This blog has been sitting in my drafts for ages. It’s taken a few forms. At one point it was sharper, more frustrated, more obviously about how quick people are to critique gay nightlife in Sydney. And while I still think there’s truth in that, every time I came back to it, it never quite […]
For some reason, over the past few weeks, I’ve started doing something that feels oddly unfamiliar and deeply familiar at the same time: I’ve been watching Friday night footy. NRL. On purpose. Enjoying it. And I can’t fully explain why. It’s not like I’ve suddenly become one of those people with strong opinions about forward […]
I think one of the strangest parts of getting older is realising your parents were never as fixed, certain, or all-knowing as they seemed when you were a kid. At some point, without really noticing when it happened, I came to a conclusion that unsettled me in a way I’m still sitting with: It really […]
There comes a point on some nights out where I stop talking. Not because I’m in a mood.Not because I’m bored.Not because I’m cooked.Not because I suddenly have nothing to say. It’s usually because every sound in the room is already saying so much. One minute I’m fine. Drink in hand. Conversation flowing. Music loud […]
Birthdays feel different now. Less main character montage.More quiet stocktake. No dramatic reinvention. No manifesto. No sudden urge to become a person who enjoys hiking or journaling in a linen set. Just a pause. A moment to look around at the life I’ve built and admit (a little reluctantly, because humility is so important) that […]
I saw something recently about ADHD and sex that made a lot of things click into place. It said that ADHD doesn’t really do moderate. It does intensity… or nothing. And that actually explains quite a bit. Because sex, attraction and chemistry, those things are basically dopamine fireworks. And ADHD brains run heavily on dopamine. […]
We talk a lot about intimacy like it only really counts if it’s romantic or sexual. Like closeness only becomes meaningful once there’s desire attached to it.Like being deeply known only matters if someone wants to kiss you. But some of the most intimate relationships in my life have been friendships.Quiet ones. Steady ones. The […]
Sydney doesn’t really have four seasons. It has gay seasons. Small, rotating windows of parties, long weekends, questionable decisions, and the recurring belief that this one will be chill. Right now, we’re in Mardi Gras Recovery. Also known as the time of year when every gay man in Sydney is either coughing glitter, apologising to […]
There’s a moment at gay parties when the shirts start coming off. Not just in nightclubs, everywhere. At pre-drinks. At the afters. At a BBQ that was absolutely not advertised as “shirts optional” but somehow becomes that anyway. One minute everyone’s dressed. The next, someone has decided it’s time. And once one shirt comes off, […]
Living alone changed me in ways I didn’t expect. I’ve been on my own for about five years now, and somewhere along the way, that quiet became informative. Not lonely, just quiet. Spacious. Honest. I love my own space. So much so that I can easily go an entire weekend without orally speaking to another […]
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