Christmas came twice last year (the Christian celebration not my stripper friend of the same name) when my sister called me on the 23rd to tell me that she had bought me a return ticket to visit her in Hong Kong. This was both a generous and impressive present because, get this....... at this point … Continue reading The Hong Kong Gay. At The Airport.
Tastes change. Fashions come and go. Skirts get longer. Trousers get shorter. But there's one trend in the gay scene that seems to have surpassed all of gay society's fashion faux pas- Daddy Issues. This patriarchal idea that men just keep getting better with age. Hugh Jackman, George Clooney, Alec Bawldwin (shit, maybe they are … Continue reading Daddy Issues. Yours, Not Mine.
Last Friday the guy doing my new bathroom locked me out of my own flat. He wasn't waiting for me inside (we've all seen that movie....... another sex joke), he just locked the bottom lock when he left that day and I don't have that key. So I was stranded in Hackney with no where … Continue reading Tinder Timber. (That’s a sex joke)
Let talk about values. What we value. What I value. Yes I love my friends. And my family. And pizza (Not in that order. Take a wild guess which I spend most time with, clue- it begins with a P). But in this modern age of iReaders and Macindosh Lapbooks and that delightful family of … Continue reading Double tap for the naked guy…..
I live in London's trendy East End, surrounded by girls with skin heads and tramps that know me by name (Erol, I'm looking at you!)(Erol I'm still looking at you, if you're reading this, give that lady her phone back), but unfortunately I work in quite possibly the worst area of London for a Londoner … Continue reading The Perils of Covent Garden