Some people give circuit parties a bad rap. And look, I get it. From the outside, it is very easy to reduce the whole thing to shirtless men, tribal beats, sunglasses indoors, suspicious amounts of hydration, and someone yelling “one more!” at 7:42 in the morning like they are not actively negotiating with their nervous […]
I have a confession to make: I love MomTok. Or at least, what I think is called MomTok. Mums who become content creators. Domestic influencers. Women with ring lights, label makers, and the kind of kitchen storage systems that suggest either incredible organisation or a quiet cry for help. Now, I’m 36, so I do […]
There’s a strange thing that happens when something special becomes too available. It stops feeling special. Which sounds obvious, but apparently it takes a month of Messina specials being available all at once for me to realise I have very strong feelings about scarcity, anticipation, and gelato-based community engagement. Because the Messina special was never […]
Dear Grindr and Madonna, Nobody asked for this. And I say that with respect. Well, not respect exactly. More like the strained patience of a gay man who simply wanted to open an app in peace and instead got drafted into a pop rollout. I understand the idea. Grindr. Madonna. The gays. A cross-promotion. A […]
I’ve touched on this before, the idea that Sydney changes, and so does gay Sydney. The venues, the parties, the people, the energy of it all. But I keep coming back to it, because I think it deserves its own space. And maybe because the more I think about it, the less I see that […]
There’s a particular kind of romance that thrives between about 11pm and sunrise. It starts on dance floors. In smokers’ areas. In the line for the bathroom. In that strange, heightened stretch of the night where everyone’s sweaty, gorgeous, open, and just vulnerable enough to start talking like the night means more than it probably […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Back properly into the daily grind this week, and it had me thinking, workplaces run on caffeine, but not just for the obvious reasons. Coffee isn’t just a drink, it’s a social currency. There’s a kind of diplomacy that happens when you offer to grab someone a coffee, or make one for them in the […]
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