There is a special kind of financial trauma that comes with being a well-adjusted, socially active gay adult. It is not rent. It is not inflation. It is not even that one night out that somehow turns into tequila and regret. No. It is the gay tax. And unlike actual taxes, there are zero benefits. No cashback. No cute little government letter saying thank you for your contribution to society…
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The Subtle Art of Saying Hi (Apparently We Forgot How)
I don’t know when it happened. Maybe it was during lockdown. Maybe it was somewhere between banana bread, daily walks, and aggressively avoiding any contact with strangers. But at some point, we collectively decided that basic human interaction is optional. And by optional, I mean…
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The Grass Is Always Greener. Usually Because It’s Fiction
There I was again. On the couch. Glass of wine in hand. Watching another episode of romance that makes real life look like a condom wrapper on the floor. You know something happened here once, but the excitement is long gone. You know the feeling.…
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Gay Lovemaking: The (Not-So) Spontaneous Art of Passion
Let’s have a little chat about one of the biggest lies ever told to gay men. No, not “your hair looks fine” or “I’m five minutes away.” I’m talking about the cinematic fever dream that is spontaneous gay sex. You know the scene. Two men…
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Aging as a Gay Man: What No One Tells You About Getting Older
They say men age like fine wine. Cute. Except I’ve never seen a bottle of Merlot wake up with lower back pain and an existential crisis about its hairline. Aging, as it turns out, is less “fine wine” and more “spilled sangria on a white…
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Going Doggy Style: How Our Puppy Killed the Bone(r)
Like every delusional gay man who thinks his relationship is untouchable because the throw pillows match and the joint Netflix account hasn’t caused a fight yet, I thought getting a puppy was a great idea. A small test. Something easy. A living creature that screams…