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 […]
There’s been a cultural shift lately.A quiet but noticeable one. The rise of the himbo.And, alongside him… the gooner. Two archetypes that, on paper, sound like they shouldn’t work.One is wholesome, charming, emotionally available but maybe not overthinking things.The other is… blissfully checked out and enjoying himself a little too much. And yet, somehow, they’ve […]
When I was younger, I used to sneak out of bed late at night to watch Queer as Folk (the US version) on SBS. Not porn. Not even anything explicit by today’s standards. But back then? It felt forbidden. Electric. Like I was accessing a world I wasn’t meant to see yet. I’d sit there […]
June last year I wrote a post called Pride & Legacy, a quiet tribute to the weight of the rights we carry, and the joy we now get to live out loud. I’d been reflecting on what we inherit, and what we leave behind. This feels like the next chapter of that. Because as Mardi […]
I’ve had jobs that gave me financial stability; the kind where you can finally tap your card without checking your balance first. I’ve had jobs that gave me space to look after my physical health; predictable enough that I could train consistently, meal prep, and not crawl into bed by 8pm from pure exhaustion. And […]
There was this one time, years ago, when my dad asked me if I was dating anyone. I said “no,” because I wasn’t. And before I could even think about what that “no” meant or how I felt about it, my mum jumped in: “Don’t be silly. Mitch will always be single. He’s too independent.” […]
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