What will it take for me to wake up and smell the coffee? When will I begin to value my life? If jumping out of a police station bathroom window isn’t enough to set alarm bells ringing, than what will? I need to stop, I need to breathe then regain control over my life, I … Continue reading who am I? (BRB)
Category: Personal
A Letter To You (I’m Happy)
You think that I am unhappy because I am living a life I once frowned upon at the age of 17, a life I had no clue could be so freeing and liberating, I was so judgemental back then. That was 10 years ago, during that time I have been chained to so many of … Continue reading A Letter To You (I’m Happy)
The Love Of Sex (one-night stand)
Another night another guy but every one-night stand is different… I woke up this morning to a guy stood there completely dressed in my room and obviously contemplating sneaking out and I wouldn’t blame him, the details are already fuzzy so I can’t remember if I woke up on my own or if he … Continue reading The Love Of Sex (one-night stand)
for Life or just for Now?
Love, love, love… How do we know when its right? I mean besides the age old saying of, ‘when you know, you just know’ Because you see, I thought I knew before and the time before that and well I guess to some extent all the times before. I was wrong. … Continue reading for Life or just for Now?
A Completely Relatable Morning
I am so hung-over right now for the 2nd time this week, I’m sat in costa as usual and it's probably been about an hour now of me just sitting here not typing! Watching YouTube videos on my phone, not even touched my food or my drink or even loaded up my work. If I’m … Continue reading A Completely Relatable Morning
The Water’s Edge
sometimes we hide behind fake truths, am I faking my truth? Right now as a single gay man I am loving life, I can have casual sex and just leave the next day without any attachment, extra baggage or even a name, I have no one to answer to, the whole bed to myself, no … Continue reading The Water’s Edge
My Story Is Mine Alone
We are all living and breathing writers, we are writing our life stories every single second that we remain alive. The story is our own, we own it because we live it, we love it and we hate it and we chose it, we plant the seeds and we water them, some grow and others … Continue reading My Story Is Mine Alone
