I don’t want to follow. I’m not sure I want to lead. It’s easy when you’re young. You don’t understand that you don’t know. And as you grow, your confidence doesn’t…
An averge adolescence
I grew up in a nice family and I attended a reasonably good state school, all within a nice suburban neighbourhood in the west of Edinburgh, Scotland. My parents split up when I was…
So I guess we’re going back 18 years to talk about a boy I dated for six months in 2002. “We” being me and the deeper, more subconscious part of myself. The part of myself which owns…
Today I reloaded QueerAttitude.com into localhost. It’s been 6 years since I’ve seen it in its final state, and it’s still frozen in time at 5pm GMT, Saturday 11 May 2014. I wanted to…
I’m conscious of every passing day. They tick by less like moons and more like minutes, moving me ever closer to more of the same. They say that every day is another chance to turn it around but…
It’s 2020. I’m 37. I’m living quietly and alone in a loud urban setting surrounded by strangers. Coronavirus restrictions have been easing off for around a month now but the following…
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…
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…
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…
Reaching the big three-o is a disconcerting milestone. It's a line in the sand, I think, when it comes to dating -- or more specifically, online dating. It's been harder…