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
When you’re little, adults are always promising you that the next stage in your life is the place where you’re going to make friendships that’ll last a lifetime. ‘You have to go to school, that’s where you’ll make friends.’ and ‘You can’t stay inside all summer, so go outside and form relationships.’ roll off their … Continue reading Old Friends Sat On a Good Sofa
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.
I’m not saying people that takes ages to respond to a text should make a mass exodus from my life, no. I’m referring to those people that suspiciously never answers my texts, yet when I am with them they’re always on their phone. Those folks that are there when and if it suits them. Those irksome little social-sewer-rats that only grace you with their presence when they need someone, or are completely bored.
I struggle to recall a time when I didn’t embody the spirit of sexual despair. A period where my love-life was elegant, beautiful and simple; rather than the detonated circus it currently resembles. I’ve always cultivated a perhaps overly-ambitious idea of what romance should be like in my head, and as such I’ve always been … Continue reading How to Build a Romantic.
Sometimes I wish I could conjure up a stupidity whirlpool that'll engulf everyone around me, immediately flushing their existence away and thus sparing me another day of tedium.