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Graham of Anywhere
a gay Scotsman in Thailand

Blog about sexuality, loneliness, politics, and purpose (page 25)

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Saturday 16 February 2019 8:18PM
I’ll start with the ending. The bottom line is that we all define ourselves by our associations. Political, perhaps. Personal, for sure. Supernatural, for those who partake. And I think, also, amongst…
Saturday 20 October 2018 10:25PM
I’ve been looking for some degree of stability, with regard to income at least. It’s not an imperative, yet, but I want to feel secure. I guess I want to feel successful. Recurring work would…
Sunday 10 June 2018 12:14AM
Nationalism

Nationalism is a problematic ideology. Much like religion, it does, on one hand, offer identity and the ability to unify a subset of people with a common cause, but of course that will always…
Thursday 15 February 2018 3:43PM
Well, February 2018 is the month that I became free from MPS. I cut my losses and walked away. When it comes to looking after my own interests, I made many mistakes, and with any luck I’ll learn…
Saturday 4 March 2017 11:44PM
I think it’s fair to say that whatever constitutional complexities were brought about by devolution, namely the West Lothian Question, now pale into insignificance compared to the impending Brexit…
Saturday 4 March 2017 1:24AM
The more I allow myself to think about it, the more I realise I'm not as sorted as I think I am, not as sorted as I think I should be. My loneliness, sadness, and resignation, has probably got a lot to…
Saturday 4 February 2017 11:53PM
I think it's time to find myself again
Find a face that I like
Find a fight that I can win
And fight to win

I've lain vast voids around me
Planes of protection
Building space between disdain
And utter…
Saturday 4 February 2017 11:50PM
It's the new year. Or it was the new year. A month ago. What have I changed since I last wrote to myself? Not much, not enough. Forcing myself to the gym more. Forcing myself to think about pushing myself.

I…
Sunday 18 December 2016 12:52AM
So, the end of the year approaches once again. Before that comes around, Yvie and I have to face our first Christmas without our mum. They’ll never be quite the same. But in some sense, I’ve…