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.
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.
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.’
If he could have painted any portrait it would be of that boy he loved. He wasn’t a painter, or an artist of notable merit, but the face of someone you love has a way of etching itself onto the mind. The nights that they had spent together had his damaged mind hooked. It replayed … Continue reading Midnight Ink – An original short story.
An open letter I offer to myself (and anyone else who is 100% relating to the piggo in the picture.) To whom it may concern, If you're reading this then the correlation between you and a loveless pig swimming through a pool occupied by interlocked lovers is worrying. As much as I appreciate your majestic piggy-breast … Continue reading Why You’re Single.
I have spent the last week fleeing from reality, like a child from the monster under his bed. This is a trait I employ whenever anything threatens to get too real. It’s a trait that’s necessary, redundant and embarrassing. When I feel like this I am rendered unable to explore the world beyond my flat. … Continue reading Why Can’t I Look Like That? – My Instagram Obsession.
Telling someone how I’m feeling, really feeling, is equal parts simple and impossible for me. I wear my heart on my sleeve, I have always been this way, which is a trait that hasn’t always served me well. It isn’t hard to decipher my mood; people can always tell when somethings up. I wear my … Continue reading Fake – Expressing How I Feel Vocally & Why It’s So Hard.