What is depression to you? To me it’s an invisible illness whose symptoms feel almost physical. A hammering in my chest from anxiety; a sore head from trying to wade my way through a sea of foggy thoughts. It's a prickly panic that washes over me when I'm outside. It’s being obsessed with fitness and … Continue reading Me, Myself & My Mental Health.
Later this week, millions of people across the country will come together to celebrate the crippling, ball-booting farce known as Valentine’s Day. They’ll express their love by sending flowers, booking overpriced restaurants and splattering stomach churning posts all over your social media feeds. Those bastards. Valentine’s Day, the only national occasion dedicated to mental illness. … Continue reading Un-Valentine’s Day
When I was little I spent a lot of time with my cousins. We’d whittle away our summer afternoons under the watchful eye of grandmother; trailing sand and damp, sea-stained towels in and out of her home. By the time she’d finished cleaning up after our first invasion, we’d return again demanding to be fed, … Continue reading ‘Nice Dress, Sissy Boy’
For gay men, dating can be a tricky thing. Generally speaking, the guy you want to stick around never does, and the ones you don’t want to see again spend the next four months trying to shoehorn their way back into your life. First dates are even trickier still: drawn-out silences, waiting for his first … Continue reading The Curse of Sex on the First Date.
‘Who can tell me what these are?’ Our teacher held a box out in front of the us, shaking it vigorously. ‘Anyone?’ He left the question open to the class, his words hanging in the air lifelessly. We all knew what he was holding, it was a box of condoms, yet we sat anxiously clutching … Continue reading Why We Need LGBT + Inclusive Sex Education in Schools
You know when you’re walking along, enjoying the sun, and you see a little bee buzz by before it delicately lands on a flourishing flower and you think, ‘yeah, little buddy. That’s exactly where you’re meant to be!’ Well, that’s how God feels when He sees me crying in the bathroom of Taco La Bamba. … Continue reading HTRE – Part 1: The Collapse of Mental Stability Never Felt so Funny.
When I heard that someone I love was raped, I felt sick. Actually sick – to the point where I wanted to ask my friend to pull over so I could vomit into the rain-soaked street. I saw her beautiful little face crumbled with tears; her body neatly curled up in a protective ball, hidden … Continue reading If They Can’t Say No; They Can’t Say Yes – Know.
I have uttered the words ‘I love you’ to precisely three guys, not including male relatives, my dad, and assorted platonic neurotics I get drunk with. The first I have tortured enough on the public forum, so I will not rehash our affairs here. Suffice to say, I told him of my feelings first, and … Continue reading All The Times I’ve Said ‘I Love You.’
The first time I waddled into a gay bar I was immediately thrust out of my comfort zone. At the time my eardrum was punctured, so I said ‘what?’ a lot and my English sounded broken. I wore ill-fitting vests that hung like a potato sack over my body and every guy I encountered looked … Continue reading Straight Women & Gay Bars