(And Why It’s Not Entirely Wrong) If you’ve spent more than 10 minutes in Sydney’s gay scene or, honestly, 10 minutes on Scruff Global, you’ve probably heard it all: “Sydney gays are flaky.” “Sydney gays are cliquey.” “Sydney gays are intimidating.” “Sydney gays are obsessed with aesthetics.” “Sydney gays don’t date, they network.” And here’s […]
I’ve already started mentally preparing to go home for Christmas.Not because I’m counting down with excitement, but because I’m preparing myself emotionally, in case this is the last one Dad remembers.If he remembers it at all. That thought has been sitting quietly in the background for weeks now.Unspoken but heavy.Not just the grief of what’s […]
Sometimes I forget that I was once in a throuple.Other times, I remember it very clearly and think,“Wow. That was my actual life.” Back then, it felt like something special.Unconventional, yes, but intimate. Familiar. I was the third, joining two men who had already been together for what felt like forever.I slotted in gently, like […]
I say I want connection.I romanticise it. I write about it. I manifest it into the universe like, “Please send me someone emotionally available, kind, hot, and obsessed with me.” And then someone actually likes me. Not just flirting for fun, but genuinely showing up.They text first. They check in. They make plans that sound… […]
Some people’s Roman Empire is actual Roman history. Mine is a mildly awkward chat I had four years ago at a party where I made a joke that didn’t land, panicked, doubled down with another bad joke, and then spent the rest of the night avoiding eye contact while mentally packing my bags and moving […]
We’ve never told Dad he has dementia. It’s not a secret, exactly. It’s a complex and hard choice, a way to protect him from the fear, the confusion, the spiral that might come with knowing something he can’t fully understand or control.So he doesn’t know what’s slipping.Doesn’t know why the world feels a bit foggier […]
I’m not shredded. I don’t have a six-pack that glistens under club lights or cheekbones sharp enough to slice air. But I’ve got a broad chest, thick legs, and a build that doesn’t flinch when a mate jumps on your back.Sturdy. Solid. Like a fridge with feelings. I’ve spent years learning to take photos that […]
It’s almost time! When shirtless becomes a costume, body paint becomes a personality trait, and Horrorween Festival becomes the gay Met Gala of the undead. Now don’t get me wrong, I love Halloween. It’s camp. It’s chaotic. It’s a hall pass to wear something completely ridiculous and pretend it’s “conceptual.” But the gay costume roster? […]
It really depends on the day. Some mornings I wake up and the lighting hits just right. I drink my pre-workout like I’m in a wellness ad. I strut through the world with main character energy, inner monologue fully narrated by Beyoncé. Other days?I’m wandering aimlessly through Coles in my gym shorts, holding a single […]
When the uproar about the Pink Pony Club on Oxford Street hit my feed, I didn’t think much of it at first. Another Sydney nightlife headline, I figured. But then I started scrolling through the comments. Older gays defending the idea of men-only spaces, younger queer people calling out exclusion, and everyone in between chiming […]
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