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 […]
My techno era didn’t start in Berlin or some sweaty warehouse party at 4am.It started at a straight event.In a gay club.That I worked at.Already a confusing sentence, I know. I wasn’t expecting much that night, I was vibing, watching the crowd, just happy to not be on for once.Then the DJ dropped a set […]
At my company, we have something called an STI: Short Term Incentive. It’s a once-a-year bonus, basically the corporate version of Santa Claus. If you’ve worked hard, hit targets, and the stars align, you get rewarded. But recently, I had another STI moment. Not the spreadsheet kind. The sexual health clinic kind. Results Day: A […]
I’ve realised something recently: I get more compliments from straight men than I do from gay men. Case in point: I’m in the elevator at work, doors open, and a straight guy walks in, looks me up and down and goes: “Geez bro, what juice are you on? You’re huge!” For the record, no juice. […]
Ah yes, the sacred Sydney gay ritual:“I’m laying low for a bit.”“No more big nights for me.”“I’m focusing on my health.” And then, like clockwork, the messages starting flying:“So… what’s the plan for the long weekend?” Suddenly, we’re booked. Outfits are being couriered. Someone’s dusting off the mesh tank and pretending they’ve always liked circuit […]
