Tag: Gay

  • 5 Profile Tips For Gay Online Dating

    5 Profile Tips For Gay Online Dating

    Need help creating a profile any man will find difficult to resist? Or you are frustrated at not having enough responses from the guys you reach out to on hookup sites for gays? Well, you are in the right place. In this article, we will be sharing with you 5 tips you need to create an attractive profile for yourself. The main reason why you aren’t getting hits from other users is simply that your profile is boring. Let’s walk you through some of these tips.

    Amazing profile tips for all gays online.

    Here are some of the tips to add to your ammo for a nice dating app profile

    • Profile Picture Is Everything.

    Beyond the whole charade of having a nice bio, your picture is what draws people to your profile. When creating a profile on a dating app, having the right profile picture is everything. It’s no gainsaying to think it is the most important part of your profile.

    Your profile picture should include your face and if some part of your body if you don’t want to go for the whole part. You don’t want to obscure your faces with hats and sunglasses.

    • Your Personality Should Speak For Itself!

    Unless you are new to this, you’ve seen the “about you” section more than a hundred times. That’s where you’ve got to let your personality shine through. What do you want to share with them? This should be determined by what you are looking for. If what you are looking for is just sex, then, listing your hobbies would just be a waste of space and time. On the other hand, if what you are looking for includes dating, conversation, and even a long-term relationship, your profile should say a whole lot about you.

    • Spell Check!

    If we use this whole page to write the importance of proofreading what you’ve written before sharing on your profile, it will be totally worth the stress. Come on! You don’t want to sound like you don’t know what you are doing. People will hardly take you seriously if what you’ve written is poor. When what you have are words to describe who you are, you’ve got to give them the best of that. Before sharing, make sure to read carefully what you’ve written. You don’t want to mess things up at this point, trust me!

    • What Are Your Interests?

    For people to feel connected to you, you’ve got to write about your interests. Fill in the basic information on your profile. It should include basic information about you, your interests, passions, and hobbies too.

    • Promote Yourself!

    The last tip is to promote yourself. Finding it pretty difficult to think about the best qualities you’ve got is quite understandable, so, what you should do is ask a close friend of yours what they think about you. these friends can help with fetching out your best qualities. You also need this when venturing into the gay dating world. Conclusion

    There are other things to consider when creating a stunning profile for yourself, but starting with this one will take you very far in this industry.


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  • Why The Worship Of Heterosexual Masculinity Is Endangering The Gay Community

    Why The Worship Of Heterosexual Masculinity Is Endangering The Gay Community

    In case you haven’t noticed, the gay community is currently facing a severe identity crisis that can forever change its face and value. The once highly celebrated diversity in the community is now replaced by the worship of heterosexual masculinity. More people, including some of my friends and myself, are feeling marginalized more than ever because they don’t fit into the criteria of heterosexual masculinity. Everywhere you check, be on the dating apps, streets, gay neighborhoods or bars, it’s not hard to see that the value and ideality of masculinity has become so entrenched within the gay community that we, gay people, are drifting further away from who we once were as a community.

    In a recent conversation with a friend, we shared our personal experiences of being labeled as “too feminine” or “not attractive” because of the things we do or even the food we choose. During his trip to Thailand, Danny was accused of being sissy and girly by a friend simply because he ordered the popular Unicorn Frappucino from Starbucks and posted a picture of him sipping the pink beverage on Instagram. When he offered to let the friend try the drink, the “straight-acting” friend rejected him by saying “I don’t drink sissy stuff like this.” While Danny isn’t traumatized by this particular incident, it does reflect a worrying phenomenon that’s taking over the gay community by storm: the worship of heterosexual masculinity and the rejection of respecting diversity.

    If you don’t find Danny’s incident convincing enough, try to open Grindr or Hornet on your phone and browse through a few profiles. What you can easily see are people openly saying they are “straight-acting” and prefer guys that are the same. Some go even further by outright stating their preferences, such as “masculine only” or “No fem.” If you happen to have a slimmer figure or more gender-neutral interests, chances are you most likely won’t get too much response on the apps. In real life, the popular trend of building up muscles and looking buff is adopted by many gay men, and considered by many as the way to maintain their attractiveness. The reason behind it can be multi-faceted, but one thing for sure is all these behaviors reflect the wish of being accepted or considered normal by the heterosexual community. However, my question is, why do gay men still want to work so hard to fit the heterosexual standard?

    In my opinion, these tendencies are not only selling ourselves very short, but also hurting our own kinds more than anything else. When we no longer celebrate diversity, which has long been the core value of our community, and try so hard to impose the heterosexual standards on fellow gay men, we are normalizing the discrimination that our community once felt. The worship of heterosexual masculinity is also helping to discredit the theme of diversity that we have been championing in LGBTQ movements worldwide. And if you really think about it, does the adoption of heterosexual masculinity help to stop those who used to discriminate us from shaming us? I don’t think so. Instead, it is weakening the community’s strength as a whole, and inflicting deep yet invisible wounds internally.

    So if you have rejected a fellow gay man because he likes pink drinks or enjoys sewing, please stop for a moment and try to imagine how you would feel if your heterosexual colleague discriminated you simply because you are gay. If you don’t want to go through that traumatic experience again, then try not to judge other gay men only because they are not masculine. And remember, diversity will always be in our gay DNA.


    William is a freelance writer and photographer based in Taiwan, with tremendous passion for human rights and storytelling. He holds a Master of Journalism degree from Temple University, and has extensive experiences interning at global NGOs such as Human Rights Watch and Mercy Corps. Contact William via email at wy30611@gmail.com


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  • What can parents do when they first find out their child is gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender?

    What can parents do when they first find out their child is gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender?

    Have a question on your mind about sex or seeking advice? Ask us on any topic and we’ll provide you with the answers from an expert. Send them in to editorial@simplysxy.com

    We have collected your questions on the topic of LGBTQ, and are delighted to have Arielle Scarcella to answer them below.

    What are the different stages in coming out?

    Coming out stages varies for everyone. For some, it’s all about telling people one by one. For others it might be making a YouTube video. Everyone’s experience is very different.

    What can parents do when they first find out their child is gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender?

    They can contact an LGBT center, call up a hotline for tips, watch LGBT YouTubers and learn and simply but most important, talk to their child about it!

    Do lesbian couples always reflect a butch-femme relationship?

    Lesbians come in all shapes, colors, sizes and gender roles. Some butch women like other butch women. Some femmes like other femmes. And some are more like a traditional heterosexual relationship. All are OK.

    What are the types of lesbians?

    Butch, femme, tomboy, andro (Shane type) femme artsy, And everyone else in between.


     

    Hi, Girlfriends and Boyfriends! I’m Arielle! I’m the best friend you’ve always wanted. I share crazy experiences / advice on dating, LGBT issues, relationships and sex. I’m a big lesbian.

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  • Demonisation of the Masculine

    Demonisation of the Masculine

    Now before I get hated on for saying what I am about to say, I will be very very clear here. I have absolutely nothing against, campness, effeminacy, flamboyance and wearing drag etc. I will be honest sexually, I am attracted to more masculine orientated gay men.

    I have noticed of late a reclaiming of this identity in our community. I see increasingly more regularly at charity events, gay men in drag or wearing dresses make up etc. Even most LGB&T charities now dictate that everything has to be pink (T Shirts, Hi Viz Jackets etc). I am not sure if this a lack of originality or an agenda to push one way of being over another. I get the need to make this a way of being acceptable due to the homophobia and discrimination against gay and bisexual men. I saw the backlash over what Russell Tovey said a few months ago, even though it was taken completely out of context and a whole heap of hate was directed at him!

    Now my issue is that masculine gay men are demonised and seen as in denial, like saying the only acceptable way to be gay is to be camp, outgoing, flamboyant etc. Now what sort of message is that? We are seen as haters, homophobes and all manner of things just because we are the way we are. Some of this is bitterness because we are attracted to other masculine men. A lot of it though is ignorance and intolerance of difference. Recently, a professional rugby player came out, one reason given was that he felt that gay men were one thing or could only be one thing and this is down in part to media representation and a lot to do with our own communities. He felt he couldn’t be gay as he didn’t fit that stereotype we are now promoting fully.

    So this demonization of masculine gay men is detrimental to our community. It’s preventing many men from coming out as they see perhaps that this is the only way to be. This is harmful to them and causes so much distress and anxiety about who they are and where they fit in with our community. Yes I know we have the bear community which is seen as alternative and predominately masculine but even there, there are rules and regulations that dictate whether or not you will be accepted (beard, belly, bulk etc).

    Surely we are all in this together however we orientate in terms of expression of identity and we all have a right to be who we truly are without having to behave in a way in order to fit in and be accepted. Otherwise why are we fighting for equality?


     

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  • Sober Sex vs Party Sex

    Sober Sex vs Party Sex

    I think we all have different sexual ideals. So, finding a sex partner or play buddy who has similar ideals, is most important. My ideals are much different than my character’s ideals that are played out on camera.

    I find that most guys who are fans of my work, tend to be disappointed when they meet me, and find out that my interests with sex are much different than the character they see in the videos.

    I love sex.

    Connected sex.

    Passionate sex.

    “Sport sex” is fun for me, once in a great while. But, for the most part. It reminds me of work. Just a bunch of grunting and fucking doesn’t really spark my interest.

    A man who is an amazing kisser. Someone who really takes his time in bed. Slow. Hot. Romantic sex. That gets me off.

    Nick Capra

    How does it feel when having “party” sex as opposed to sober sex?

    Well, I got sober on Nov 26, 2013. But, I still remember what partying sex felt like, when I was in my addiction. I was a speed and crack user. When I would party, my body would become hypersensitive from the dope. So, of course, the sex felt amazing. Like an outer body experience. It lasted for hours and hours and it all felt really intense. Looking back on it I realize that although it felt that way, it was because I was so high. There really was no connection involved with my sex partners when we were high. We were so numbed out by the dope. It was impossible to establish an authentic connection with our sex. we were connected by the dope and the intensity of the dope.

    Sober sex. It’s much quicker. Lol. And maybe not as physically intense. However, when the body and mind are connected, the sex becomes much more authentic. It’s not being fueled by a synthetic chemical, it’s simply being fueled by whatever is generating the energy. That could be lust, love, infatuation, a crush. But whatever it is, it’s much more authentic, when sober. For me, anyways.

    Is drug use and party sex among gay men a huge concern? 

    It’s a huge concern, for so many reasons. When you’re under the influence, your sense of judgement is impaired. The risk of spreading diseases is heightened.

    However, it is extremely popular amongst gay men, for that very reason. When judgement is impaired, inhibitions get tossed aside. I think gay men still carry shame for their sexual fantasies, and drugs allow them to temporarily abandon that shame. The problem that I see, as a man in recovery: Gay men get sober, and they have no clue how to have sober sex. Once you have gotten into the steady pattern of a few drinks, a few bumps, then hot sex…how do you suddenly cope with having sober sex? You don’t, And so the cycle continues. Drugs. Sex.

    Drugs don’t allow you the luxury of having an honest discussion about sex with a partner. They don’t allow you the freedom of figuring out what your sex ideals are. Drugs kind of just give you the balls to jump off that cliff, without looking to see where you’re going to land.

    Can you tell us about your 12 step program which you are undergoing?

    I work the 12 steps out of the big book of Alcoholics Anonymous. Though, I’m primarily a drug addict. I have found that the recovery in AA is much more solid. I have a sponsor. I go to meetings. And, though it took awhile..my sex life is better now, than ever!

    What advice do you have for men who are into party sex?

    Listen. It’s not for me to be the arbiter of anyone else’ sex conduct. If guys are partying and having sex, with no repercussions. Mazel to them!

    That wasn’t my story. My sex life was very repetitive on dope. Get high. Have random sex. Get off. And get out.

    So for me..it became empty. And I wanted something more in my life.

    So, I would say to anyone out there who isn’t happy partying…there is hope. Your sex life will change, once you have straightened out your mind and body. I’m living proof of it!


    I have been in the sex industry since 2002. I shot my first video for Chi Chi LaRue, “Finish Me Off”, February 2002. Less than 11 months later, I moved from LA to NYC, and began working as a full time escort in the city. Since then, I’ve shot over 150 XXX videos, won awards, and traveled around the world, as an escort. I think I have learned quite a bit about myself, sexually, since then. Follow me on:

    Twitter: http://twitter.com/nickcapra

    Blog: http://www.pornstudblog.com


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  • Why Gay Men Retire to Palm Springs

    Why Gay Men Retire to Palm Springs

    I recently vacationed in Palm Springs with my husband, who was curious about the resort community. I had vacationed there several decades ago, enjoying the time spent with other gay men. What I most remembered was the exhausting, hot, humid weather of August, during the monsoon season, and the heat from sexual escapades with other gay men. Typically the weather is hot and dry, and so it was on our recent vacation. I have known many gay men, from San Francisco especially, who have retired to Palm Springs, and I wanted to know what attracted them to spend their time there. One definite attribute is the weather. A nearly year round climate of hot, dry days and comfortable, warm nights is to be expected; a big draw for anyone who enjoys a more stable weather pattern.

    In talking to the men who reside there, I found them more laid back and relaxed than in the big cities. The men who retire there adapt easily to the heat, finding the dry, hot days and warm nights a better choice than hot, humid summers and cool, wet winters. When my husband and I were there the temperatures were in the eighties.  The locals found it almost too cool in the mornings, where as we enjoyed the relief from the heat. They like the quiet atmosphere, and the lack of sirens and noise from construction and traffic. The affordability and the cost of living, like housing, is another plus. They also enjoy the ease of traffic and less congestion, unlike in overpopulated cities.

    The off-season in Palm Springs begins in May and lasts through October, the hottest months of the year. In November the snowbirds arrive; retired folks who run to milder climates from places like Canada. Many annual vacation events take place in Palm Springs, like spring break when college kids from all over the world throw wild parties and have little inhibition.  There is also the White Party, an annual event catering to the LGBTQ community, so named because party-goers are encouraged to dress in all white. On these occasions some locals either hibernate or leave town to vacation or return to visit friends in the cities they left behind. The Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival also brings tourists to Palm Springs. The downtown area is an array of upscale restaurants and shops. The trendy and friendly gay bars have modest prices and are laid back during the day. We were not there during a weekend to experience the nighttime crowd, but I am sure, much like Streetbar, they were packed with revelers. All of these attractions are within walking distance while in the midst of downtown. We saw regulars at Starbucks getting their morning coffee, and then again in the bars when we went in the afternoon. Uptown has a shopping district full of designer studios and boutiques. The town also has a plethora of golf courses, if the men are inclined.

    There are plenty of swimming pools for getting a year round tan or just to cooling off, and Indian casinos offer gambling for those who are inclined. For those gay men who have fatter wallets, they can rub elbows with movie stars and the jet set by buying prime real estate in the area. The houses, for the most part, are single story compounds with hedges and rock or concrete retaining walls surrounding the property for privacy. Now what gay man wouldn’t be attracted to the glamorous lifestyles of people from the stage, film, music, and television, who have had houses here since Hollywood’s hay day? For those interested in the arts there is a museum, and a performing arts center is under construction. The surrounding desert is mostly inhabitable, so fishing, waterskiing, and swimming in a lake or river are not available. Residents say Palm Springs is a ghost town on weekdays during the prime season but swells to a crowded, gay mecca on weekends, bringing in men who travel for weekend getaways to lounge by the pool and enjoy the busy nightlife for cruising and partying.

    I asked a friend why they retired to Palm Springs but then left after only a few years. He and his longtime partner thoroughly enjoyed vacations there, even buying a house in Palm Desert. They lived there for several years but found they were bored and limited in the activities they enjoyed. They liked entertaining, but it was too long of a drive for their guests, at least ten miles, who lived in Palm Springs. Most of their socializing revolved around cocktails, which rather excluded them since they are light social drinkers. They did not golf, and the summer heat found them staying inside, dealing with the sting of high electric bills from the constant use of air conditioning. It was also difficult to find affordable medical care, which as a retiree is most important. They found cultural stimulus lacking too. After deciding they needed more, they sold their house, bought a condo in Long Beach, a city they thoroughly enjoyed, with a comparable sized, per capita, gay community, and more of the amenities they needed from an urban culture.

    It appears Palm Springs would be a nice place to retire for older gay men who are looking for predictable weather and would be content with what is offered. I readily enjoy the four seasons and love rain we have in our region. I also like a diverse community to interact with. I tolerate the congestion and rapid pace of the urban lifestyle. But when I need to escape, I visit places like Palm Springs to relax and enjoy the slower pace of life there. I can see, however, why gay men who live in the Northeast, the South, and the Midwest enjoy their retirement in Palm Springs.


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  • Coming Out To My Mother

    Coming Out To My Mother

    It’s taken me a while to write this post due to the complicated emotions I didn’t want to thread through. About two weeks ago, I finally did something I never thought I’d do in my entire life, which is telling my mother that I’m gay. I have been contemplating this move for a very very long time due to the major impact it will have on everything and the life changing aspects it will bring. Movies, blogs and real-life stories have all shown that coming out to homophobic parents before achieving stability and independence is not a wise move to temper with.

    Being abroad has not only given me the space I needed to grow, but also the distance I needed to carefully question my readiness and consider the possibility of being honest. For the past year, I’ve been in a deep emotional black hole due to the many issues that came simultaneously if not consecutively. This also includes me recently coming to terms with myself. All that I was going through and the thought of wanting to be honest with my family has been eating me from the inside.

    Throughout our intercontinental phone conversations, I have been dropping subtle hints over the course of the past few months. I told my mother that apart from the many problems that were depressing me, I was struggling with something else on my own that I just wasn’t ready to tell her. That sentence obviously spurred a string of incessant guesses from the concerned parent, in which I calmly denied on a few occasions when it hit the bull’s eye. However, there came a point where I would intentionally allow a long uncomfortable silence to fill in the correct guesses as I thought this strategy of gradual hinting would yield the anticipated suspicion on her part, thus one day lessening the shock and cushioning off the blow should I decide to come out.

    My mother has always been my main concern. I imagined every worse case scenario if I’d came out to her, from her slapping me and throwing me out of the house, to the possibility of her endangering her own life due to the inability to accept. Therefore in the spirit of not wanting to cause her pain, I never gave in to my vulnerability and firmly swallowed my urge to speak out. However at this point, I had a selfish choice to make because I didn’t see how I could move on with my life knowing that my next of kin was somewhat of an estranged stranger who didn’t understand me for who I am. Coming-out to my family would not only help me face and better accept my sexuality, but would also help prepare them for the possibility of one day sharing my life with Matt Bomer a nice guy. Hence, despite the months of awkward built-up and subject avoidance, the final blow happened over the course of 3 days. It began with her casually working her way into the conversation while talking one afternoon.

    She: [casually]
    “Are you in a gay relationship?”
     
    Me: [smile]
    “Huh? Okay, I don’t understand Mom.” 
    “Why do you keep asking me that?!”
     
    She:
    “Remember when you told me how you couldn’t tell me about ‘a certain problem’ for it might get in the way of the two of us?” 
    “I had two sure-fire guesses after much thought and I think I may be right.”
    “One, either you became a religiously obsessive convert. Or two, you are involved in a gay relationship.”
     
    Me: [looks at her blankly]
     
    She:
    “Hmm I don’t know… I was looking for something the other day near the drawer and I saw condoms in your toiletry bag.”
    “And on another occasion while you were showering upstairs, I was walking past your laptop and I happened to steal a glance out of curiosity, and there was this draft on the screen about some gay bar or gay sauna that you went to…”
    “I was reading some lines of it and then I got scared so I stopped immediately.”
     
    Me: [In My Head]
    Huh? Wait a second… What’s going oon…
    Oh my god. Fucking shit! 
    Noo way, she didn’t…
    What the fuck! She knows!
     
    And the draft for my blog…!
    How could I have been so careless?! 
    Aargh, so much for privacy!
     
    She:
    “So are you in a gay relationship?”
     
    Me: [sighed calmly]
    “No Mom. I’m not in a gay relationship…”
    “But… …” 
    “I wish I was though…” (Took a risk there!)
     
    She:
    “What?! You wish you were…?”
    “You know very well that I wouldn’t support that right?”
     
    Me: [calmly looking at her in the eye]
     
    She:
    “Well, I don’t know what’s going on. I won’t support it… but I’m just gonna leave you alone.” 
    “Whatever it is, just make sure that that’s what you really want!”

    Feeling awkward, I pretended like the whole conversation never happened and casually walked out to the outdoor deck. While sitting alone on the bench, I couldn’t understand why I started smiling uncontrollably which was slowly turning into a silent giggle. Was I feeling embarrassingly awkward for being busted? Or was I to a certain extend happy with the fact that she now “roughly” knows? Apparently that night without my knowing, she privately broke down in front of my 19 year old brother at the thought of me being gay. Although I find it hard to believe that they didn’t see this coming, but he ended up consoling my mother that everything will be okay and that he wouldn’t judge me.

    Growing up in a conservative society where the lack of awareness and understanding has catapulted gay people into a very negative image, my mother thinks that being gay is a trend. A trait that commonly manifests itself among effeminate men and transsexuals, particularly in the fashion and hair dressing industries. These are without a doubt shallow ignorant perceptions that stem from stereotypical association. I feel that it’s now my responsibility to educate and convince her how homosexuality really works in order to dispel all forms of homophobia and preconceived notions of being gay. Coming out when I’m still unattached would also further reinforce the genuineness of my case.

    Fast forward to the following night, I found myself sitting on the couch next to hers. This time, no stuttering, no anxiety attack, no nervous shaking. In fact, I felt extremely calm and was definitely in the right state of mind to open up. We were talking and just before I knew it, the words “I’m struggling with my sexuality” conveniently flowed out of my mouth.

    She:
    “What do you mean by ‘struggling’ with your sexuality?”
     
    Me:
    “Well… Initially I wasn’t sure about my sexual identity, but now I think I know. I’m gay.”
     
    She: [watery eyes]
    “What… you’re gay?” 
    “How can you be gay?!”
     
    Me:
    “I am gay because I am sexually attracted to guys.”  
     

    Although it was nice to finally get it out, but it truly felt like the opening of Pandora’s Box as I didn’t know if that would have been my biggest regret in life. I proceeded to tell her about my conversation with R, and explained that this is no longer just about me any more, but other people too. I told her that my journey has been hard and that even until this very day, I still couldn’t accept that “being gay” has happened to me, although I’m trying. I understand now why it took me so long to reach this point because previously, I just wasn’t mature enough to handle it. But now I am. Above all, I also had to reassure her that nothing’s going to change as being gay is just a subset of me and will not define who I am in life. I am a real person first before my sexuality. However, the hurt she was feeling was obviously making her impervious to everything I was saying.

    She:

    “How long have you known? When did you first discover this?”
    Me: 
    “Right around 14… That was when I started looking at guys differently and kept everything to myself because I was afraid of this unexplainable feeling.”
    “I thought it was just a phase but without realising, time passed and I grew up struggling with it for almost 10 years now.” 
    “Imagine suppressing yourself for almost a decade! It’s not easy.”
     

    She:
    “How could you have kept this from me?”
    “We could have gotten professional help if you brought this up earlier.” 
    “I’ve read articles of people who go through this and successfully got out of it after therapy.”
     
    Me: [shakes head]
    “You mean straight camp?”
    “Nope Mom. You don’t understand! It doesn’t work that way.”
    “You can’t change biology.”
    “It’s not possible to alter a person’s sexuality. It’s not a sickness to be cured.

    My mother has obviously fallen victim to ignorance, fear and the lack of exposure. Like a wise man, I therefore had to spend the next hour patiently laying every brick of insight that would form the foundation to her understanding while killing off every underlying misconception. The discussion then came to a point of frustration…

    Me:

    “Mom, just take a moment and look at me.”
    “Look at me in the eye and imagine yourself in my position, in my shoes.”
    “How do you think I feel? THINK! About how I’m feeling…”
    “Do you think I like being this way? Why the fuck would I choose a difficult life like this for myself?”
    “Look I know you’re hurt, but at the end of the day, I am the unfortunate one who has to go through this and it sucks!”
     
    She:
    “Oh why is this happening to me? Why my son?! I feel so hurt… I can’t support it.”
    “What do you want me to do by telling me?” 
    “You have already decided you didn’t want help.”
     
    Me:
    “Look Mom, I am not asking for your support because that wouldn’t be fair on your part, but rather your compassionate understanding of the situation… MY situation.”

    The next few days were hard for us, for me in particular because I felt horribly worthless after having triggered this tsunami of sorrow. Everyday, I felt so ashamed of myself and wanted to disappear from life. I remember staying in bed all day and hoped that by constantly falling asleep from exhaustive thinking will make it all go away. During those moments, I really wished that I could exist as another person but not me. I wanted a reset button for my life as I thought about what it genuinely felt like to be an outsider looking at myself and feeling lucky for themselves that they’re not the one plagued with such sorrow and the burden of being gay during their lifetime.

    But nevertheless, I’m going to acknowledge that I have been given this life, and therefore will have to carry it right through till the day I die, regardless of the circumstances. It is at moments like these that I really miss being a kid, where constant naiveness and innocence fuels your eternal optimism and shields you from growing into your own problems.

    Thankfully in the end, my faith and instincts proved me right as my mother softened and came around after a few days, even while it was hard for her to accept. With reason being that she loves me too much and that her heart aches in the wake of the challenging journey and emotional hardship I’m actually going through.

    She:
    “I am really sorry if I hurt you in the middle of everything. It’s really hard to accept and it will take some time. But just remember that I didn’t mean to hurt you or make you unhappy.”
    As I reflect on the tough week, I am proud of the courage I’ve shown and the milestone I’ve reached in 6 months. I certainly took a very dangerous risk by coming-out to my family without knowing if it will all be okay, but faith and determination certainly kept me going. The outcome could have turned out much worse, which is the reason why I am currently grateful for the comforting conclusion that materialised. Never would I have imagined myself writing this post so early at this stage as I expected it all to come much later. But at least now, it’s a huge load taken off my chest and I can let the passage of time do its job.


    This article has been republished with permission from M.  Visit M’s website to read more of his works.


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  • Where do we go from here?

    Where do we go from here?

    No, this is not merely a reference to the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical – it is a question that has been bubbling under the surface of the gay and lesbian community, to varying degrees, for quite some time now.

    Same-sex marriage has become almost an inevitability across the Western world. Horrified to learn that Australia is now behind even Texas in affording gay and lesbian people the right to marry, I was recently bouyed by an article suggesting that health care was the next frontier in the fight for queer equality. It would seem to me that, once our community overcomes the marriage barrier we have been banging our heads against for the better part of half a century, we must open ourselves up to a much larger, more diverse, but infinitely more complex set of issues to overcome.

    I use the term ‘gay and lesbian community’ above intentionally, because these are the people who inherently frame where the debate goes from here. Having all but entirely succeeded in securing the right to marry, we are faced with either resigning ourselves to the white picket fences of our matrimonial dreams or continuing to stand up to queerphobia in every facet of society. Many, I would argue, will see no need to keep rallying, writing letters, picketing homophobes (indeed, some do not see even the need right now). Many will think that equality has been achieved, and that queerphobia is all but dead in the dust as the last vestiges of the older, conservative, bigoted generation slowly fade. This, unfortunately, is very far from reality.

    Trans people have known where we should be heading for a while now. In a time when there have been eight reported murders of transgender women in the US alone so far this year (and it is only February); when the suicide of a trans teenager highlights the crucial need for education, parental acceptance, and access to physical and mental health services; when studies find that between 40 to 50 percent of trans people will attempt suicide (14 times higher than their cisgender counterparts); when over 80 percent of transgender youth report being bullied at school. We cannot ignore that queer youth – trans in particular – are being oppressed to the point of illness and death for not conforming to social ideas about gender, and what it means to be a ‘real’ man or woman. We simply cannot erase the fact that this is the same kind of queerphobia that gay and lesbian people have faced for a long time, merely in a different form.

    That is only one tip of one iceberg. Queer refugees across the globe are fleeing torture, corrective rape, and execution. This, in the face of countries such as Australia testing the ‘gayness’ of refugees by asking them about their promiscuity or gauging their knowledge of cultural tropes like Madonna, Oscar Wilde, and Bette Midler; or Germany reportedly advising refugees that Uganda (home of the ‘Kill the Gays’ legislation) is a safe place to live for queer people; or the United States deporting a queer refugee, who was then tortured and executed in a Honduran prison. We cannot ignore the fact that we live in a very ‘privileged’ society – one that does not condone our torture, rape, or execution based solely on our gender or sexuality. We owe it to queer refugees to, funnily enough, provide refuge from that level of violent, lethal queerphobia.

    As a community, our fight extends beyond the white picket fence. Our straight allies have stood with us in the long, arduous battle to gain rights, whether they be to marry, to adopt, to surrogacy, wills and estates, powers of attorney, or to be free from discrimination in the workplace and the schoolyard. Now, it is our turn – our duty, really – to show that same level of allyship to those in our own community that are facing some of the most abhorrent forms of queerphobic oppression. Oppression that is resulting in their deaths by the droves.


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  • When I came out to my brother

    When I came out to my brother

    When I was in the closet for the majority of my teenage years, I was consumed with thoughts about my sexual orientation. It controlled my mind like a disease. I would think about it while conversing with others, while driving, at work and school, while watching TV, during dinner, while lying in bed at night…you get the picture. Furthermore, I always thought my family knew I was gay or had a suspicion. I was so paranoid that I even convinced myself that they talked about it amongst themselves behind my back.

    How desperate was I to be heterosexual? When I blew out my candles on my 17th and 18th birthday, I wished to be straight. That’s how much I hated the thought of being different. I wanted nothing more than to just fit in and be like all my other friends and family. God had different plans for me though.

    My life changed forever in the Summer of 2010. My older brother Ross, who lived in Arizona at the time, happened to be in Florida for a week on business. His impending presence filled me with terror because I made the most mature decision of my life, being that he would be the first person I would come out to and I would do it sometime that week. My brother is eight years older than I am, so growing up I never really had a relationship with him, since he left for college when I was in elementary school. I knew confining and coming out to him would bring us closer and it would unite us with a special bond.

    Before I knew it, his week at home had come to an end and I still hadn’t come out to him. The night before his departure, he joined me in the TV room and laid on the couch, across from where I was perched in the lazy boy, practically shaking with fear. My parents had already gone to sleep and I knew this was my last opportunity to come out to him.

    My breathing became shallow and my mind started racing as the thought of telling another person my deepest, darkest secret became very real. We watched TV in silence and eventually, he got up from the sofa, said good night and started walking to his bedroom. As he passed me, I stopped him and confessed that I had to tell him something important, outside. He gave me a perplexed look and than walked to his room to get his shoes.

    I walked to the front door and my heart was pounding out of my chest. My hands were beginning to sweat and I really thought I was going to faint right than and there. As we walked down the front entrance way and onto the driveway, I kept thinking “am I really going to tell him, am I really going to tell him!?”

    Before I could muster up the courage to start talking, Ross broke the silence and asked, “did you get a chick pregnant??” I looked up at him and said “hypothetically speaking, if I died tomorrow and there was one thing you wanted to know about me, what would it be?” “I don’t know man, nothing” he replied, blank-faced and confused by my question. I held back the tears and released the secret that kept me prisoner to my own mind for far too long. For the first time in my life, I admitted to liking guys.

    A surprised “WHAT?!”, followed by immediate support and reassurance that my brother still loved me, was the best reaction I could have asked for. We talked outside for two hours that night and Ross asked me all sorts of questions, processing all the information and validating that everything was going to be okay. The best part is, he was right. I went to bed that night with the most unfathomable amount of mental and emotional weight lifted off my shoulders. My soul felt liberated. Coming out was the scariest, most emotional and vulnerable moment of my life, but it was also the most life-changing, courageous and rewarding.

    No matter how isolated you may feel in the closet, how broken your heart may be or how dark life may seem, never let go of hope. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Over the last few years, I’ve come to the realization that being different is beautiful and I didn’t choose to be gay, I just got lucky.


    This article has been republished with permission from Jeremy Mannino.

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  • My First Daunting Time to a Gay Sauna Alone

    My First Daunting Time to a Gay Sauna Alone

    Recounting my first visit to a gay sauna alone and ending up in a bar.

    About 3 months ago, I took a train and returned to a capital city I previously lived in. While I was living there, I was still heavily in the closet and in denial. I used to walk past the gay venues from a distance and would curiously turn my head.

    So being back and alone on familiar ground this time months after my conversation with R and my first gay bar, I decided to take the opportunity and spend it as an anonymous gay tourist in order to open up myself even more and see where it leads me. Although the risk of running into people I know in this city is fairly high, but somehow rather the urge to throw myself out of my comfort zone is much higher as my personal development takes priority at this moment.

    Hence, in the spirit of progress and “making an effort”, I did some research and decided to visit a gay sauna this time. All of the exact emotions, thoughts and anxiety from my first visit to a gaybar last year came rushing back, except that this time it would require triple the amount of courage along with the fear of rejection and being stupid. Again I was nervous and in order to take the pressure off, I told myself that I was not me. I’m a nobody and I’m anonymous.

    Arriving at the reception, I kept cool, acted like I’ve done this before, paid the entrance fee and went in. The locker room was the easiest part as I took my time to strip down to just a towel around my waist before leaving the neutral zone. The sauna was indeed very spacious as it had everything, from a huge jacuzzi to seating areas and secluded cubicles for “activities”.Not knowing how to begin, I started by wandering around the complex while observing my surroundings in order to learn about the practicalities of cruising. Throughout the whole time, I felt extremely anxious and awkwardly out of place. But I wasn’t going to let my insecurities ruin my plan. Therefore even if nothing was ever going to happen, at least I’ll know I made an effort by exploring my possibilities in a gay sauna.

    Walking around, I was actually very surprised to find a much older crowd which wasn’t at all my expectation nor very exciting. In fact, it was awkward. After much hanging about, I started chatting to the only young guy in his 30s, whom after some conversational warm up, thought he might help a clueless guy out (even after my failed attempt to cruise him).

    He asked:
    “So what are you doing here? What are you looking for, what do you like?”

    Me:
    “Erm, I don’t know. It’s actually my first time here, I have no idea!”

    He:
    “Do you like older men? Younger guys? What are you looking for?”

    Me: [smiling]
    “Hmm… I don’t know! But I like guys like you!”

    He: [smiles]
    “Then what are you doing here? This is not the best place to be.”
    “Look, you’re really young. Go! Go have an ad-ven-ture!” 
    “I know if I were in your shoes, I would.”
    “Here, check out this map…” (With some free brochures and publications in the seating area, he pointed me to places I should be going.)

    He: [smiling]
    “So now you’ve got your map, you’ve got your places… Go!” 
    “Go have an adventure!”
    “And I’m gonna leave you now to go wander around for a bit. You take care now!”

    Then came a moment while looking at them, I was drenched by a tide of emotions as I felt sad about my own struggles and how things were not going well on my side despite me trying to make an effort. It was a moment of vulnerability as I almost teared up with the urge to talk and open up about all that I’m going through. At that moment, I didn’t see them as strangers who happen to be at a bar, but rather like-minded guys who would understand me. However, it seems like advanced gay guys are so comfortably confident with themselves nowadays that they no longer remember what it feels like to be diffident, inadequate and inexperienced in the past.

    A friend of mine once told me to understand that these guys are probably done with whatever struggles they previously had and are now way ahead from the early stages of self-discovery and assimilation into gay life. Hence even if they might be able to relate or sympathise with all that I’m going through, all forms of expectation should now be thrown away because it’s not their job to “hold my hand”, even at moments of vulnerability. Nevertheless after an enjoyable evening, we exchanged contacts as the night ended with me feeling more positive about myself and gaining a bit more confidence as I planned my visit to another gay sauna the next day.


    This article has been republished with permission from M.  Visit M’s website to read more of his works.


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