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 […]
High school sex education taught me a lot. Honestly, probably more than it taught some straight men. I learned about periods.I learned about pregnancy.I learned about contraception.I learned about vaginas, ovaries, fallopian tubes, cervical mucus, and the general logistics of heterosexual reproduction. At this point, I have explained parts of the female reproductive system to […]
In my last blog, I wrote about the running joke that gay men don’t know how to sit properly. The theory was simple. Maybe some of us spent so many of our formative years trying not to sit a certain way, move a certain way, talk a certain way, or give too much away, that […]
There’s a running joke that gay men don’t know how to sit properly. And honestly? Fair. We do have a tendency to approach chairs less like furniture and more like an abstract concept. One leg tucked under us.One arm thrown over the back.Sideways.Diagonal.Perched.Folded.Draped.Somewhere between “Victorian fainting couch” and “injured flamingo.” Put a gay man in […]
I’ve recently moved into a new role at work. Another promotion. Very exciting. Very grown-up. Very “please update the organisational chart.” My new title is: Operational Excellence Lead. Which sounds important. It sounds like I should be walking through an airport in a navy suit while someone waits nearby holding an iPad with my surname […]
Controversial opinion, but if you don’t have a face pic on Grindr, Scruff, or any gay app, you might actually be opening yourself up to more rejection later. I know.Bold. Brave. Potentially unpopular. But hear me out. Because when there’s no face pic, people don’t stop imagining what you look like. They just start building […]
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 […]
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 […]
Beresford Sundays have given me a few stories over the years. There was the time I got so drunk I decided to confront an international pop star who happened to be there, and somehow the confrontation was charming enough that it ended in a date. And then there was the time a guy I went […]
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 […]
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