boldson
How can I find older gents
milly
Idk I feel like people think it’s a joke when I try and explain that Hannibal is genuinely the greatest show I’ve ever seen by a significant amount and everything else pales in comparison. Like that shit is so unbelievably serious actually.
aztwaz
Invited to an Ex’s wedding…no bad blood. Do you spend a $GRAND$ to attend? Perk, it’ll be my first gay wedding.🤷♂️
pacogbellego
Most queer people I know are also migrants: in their own country, a neighboring country, or sometimes a far remote place. 🌎 🏳️🌈
I doubt it is a coincide. We’re gathering forces to build the safe spaces we deserve. ✊🏾✨
adsonaquino
Any musicians around? I really need to learn how to count Jazz music and its patterns… 🫠
studiokervo
Why don’t we ever talk about ‘Honestly Nevermind’ ? It’s my favorite Drake project by far. As a creative, it’s so inspiring to just see somebody experiment without attachment of how it’s going to be received. 😍
At the end of the day, the ones that gets it, get it!!
nathan91
Invisible Helpers
I did not walk into this world empty-handed,
did not arrive unaccompanied,
did not stumble onto this earth
with nothing behind me but silence.
Look closer. Look again.
Behind me stands my grandmother’s hands,
still folding dough, still folding time,
still teaching me that patience is its own kind of power.
Behind me stands the friend who stayed
when staying cost him something,
who loved me before I knew how to love myself,
and left that lesson here when he left everything else.
Behind me stand the ones long buried,
who are not gone, only rearranged,
who whisper through the things they taught me,
who show up in my hands, my voice, my spine.
I am the sum of every kindness
that refused to disappear.
I am not one man standing on this stage
I am a chorus.
I am a hundred hands at my back,
a hundred voices under mine,
saying rise, saying go on, saying
you were never meant to do this by yourself.
So when I speak, they speak.
When I stand, they stand.
When I am afraid, I remember
I was not born alone into this world,
and I was never meant to leave it that way either.
I carry them. They carry me.
axl
I don’t think about you everyday anymore. But every time I do I think about all the good, the laughter, that time we walked around all over the city one summer shopping about for our apartment. We made that small space into a home. Where we called out to each other whenever we arrived. “Gary, I’m home” something silly we picked up from a commercial. Sometimes I think about the nights we made dinners at home together. Opening a bottle of wine we both enjoyed before and during dinner. Listening to music, both old and new. When we first met I didn’t know what to expect but I knew I was gonna choose you. Everything I did was for you. Still to this day I know, I still love you.
justben
Do you need some words of affirmation?
You exist, nobody can deny you your right to.
Only you get to decide who and what you are and your outward appearance doesn’t define you.
You have it in you to change. If you don’t like something about yourself, don’t beat yourself up about it; you have that in common with 100% of us.
Nothing about you is set in stone. You can redefine yourself whenever and as often as you want and f*ck anyone who dares to define you.
You are beautiful and you are enough.
Now look yourself in the mirror and tell yourself I love you. And mean it.
aphrodite.aphroditus
“In short this power is exercised rather than possessed; it is not the ‘privilege’, acquired or preserved, of the dominant class, but the overall effect of its strategic positions— an effect that is manifested and sometimes extended by the position of those who are dominated” (Foucault, 1975/1995, 26-27).
collective
Finally! Social media for queer people
Have you been yearning for a social media platform that’s fully owned and operated by queer people, and designed for queer people? Your search stops here.
Collective is fully owned and operated by a small team of queer individuals passionate about using technology to bring people closer together. It's designed from the ground up to help LGBTQ+ people build deeper connections — from friendships to dating, and everything in between.
What Motivates Us
Despite being more visible than ever, queer people are increasingly isolated, lonely, and fragmented, being twice as likely to suffer from severe loneliness and social isolation than our cis straight peers.
Apps like Grindr, Instagram, and X claim to connect the LGBTQ+ community, but their exclusionary practices and lack of safety measures do more harm than good. Collective’s mission is to make it easier for queer folks to find connection, belonging, and love. It’s a LGBTQ+-powered super-app uniting a global community of artistic collaborators, travel buddies, chosen family members, lifelong friends, and much, much more.
How We’re Different
Collective was designed to be a much healthier alternative to existing social media apps. Profiles showcase interests rather than likes or follower counts, which encourages folks to connect over shared hobbies and niche obsessions. We’re an online community where members feel comfortable sharing unfiltered selfies, small-fish or big-fish grievances, work-in-progress art pieces, and so much more.
justben
The heatwave in London is tough. But my garden is ALIVE.
Decisions I made years ago are paying off now. Reseeding my lawn with clay loving British native wild grasses and flowers mean my grass is green and little flowers bloom amongst it.
My horsemint and verbena borders are blooming and swarming with at least a dozen types of flies (some gorgeous iridescent ones, some wasp looking giant badass), mint moths, tiny silver bees. I have seen a couple of hummingbird hawk moths too, such a privilege.
Concentrating on Mediterranean and Australian herbs and shrubs in pots, means I hardly need to use any water to maintain a lush varied environment, one that is crawling with a huge variety of invertebrates.
And there is a young fox sleeping in the corner as I write this. It’s been here with me all day, yawning and moving as little as possible. I relate.
I feel blessed and grateful to be custodian of this little patch of the Earth. I’m doing what I can and hope it’s enough.
nathan91
Without Your Rhythm
I’ve tried every shape a day can take
alone, then crowded with friends,
then family, then quiet again,
circling back to the same unsteady beat.
No one gives you your rhythm.
But dancing with someone you chose completely,
and losing that dance,
guts you all the same.
Fault or no fault, it guts you the same.
They say feeling is vast, endless,
but I doubt I’ll touch even a fraction of it this time.
I just miss you.
Call it mawkish. Call it too much.
I’ll love you anyway, quietly,
while you keep your distance
like a punishment I’m still serving.
That’s alright.
The dance isn’t over.
My head says otherwise,
but my heart won’t hear it.
My heart still wants
to fall asleep beside you and wake up the same way,
to cook the dinner,
to wait by the door,
to make plans just to cancel them
because staying in with you was always the better plan.
I want that back.
And tonight, for the first time,
I don’t know how to carry the wanting.
teo81
How easily have we gotten used to passing people by?
We learned to demand the perfect, afraid of the truth.
We get lost behind perfect specifications and ideal images.
But loneliness is not cured by more swipes.
Real intimacy requires the risk of giving space.
It requires the bravery of standing in the face of a gaze.
Without filters, without tactics, without the exit door open.
Essential people are not on lists of requirements.
They are found where there is an intention for true sharing.
tomasderico
Meniscus/ACL recovery as an ambivert is hell. One minute you’re happy you’re alone, then the next you miss society. I hate it here, someone give me a new leg…pls🫠
nathan91
come home to me
if you ever find yourself homesick for me,
know that I still remember the sound
of the keypad beeping by the front door.
don’t hesitate to come back, punch in the code
and walk through like you never left.
I remember your favorite foods,
what I used to cook for you,
what we ordered when neither of us felt like cooking.
I won’t ask you to explain.
I won’t acknowledge the absence of you
all these months or your sudden reappearance.
instead, I will ask what you’re in the mood for,
whether I should start cooking or just call it in.
don’t be afraid to come home to me.
I am still here.
I’ve been listening for those familiar beeps
since the day you walked out and didn’t come back in.
sreyash
After Solitude, the Body
—
This solitude is deep—
ancient, intimate, almost primordial—
and has gathered me into itself,
as though the entire world were a single, unbreachable embrace.
And yet, what is the flight of a bird
beside this?
How much purer, how immeasurably more innocent
the body when it becomes only air,
only departure.
Still, there are moments
when the touch of a hand,
the nearness of another body,
awakens every atom in me—
one by one,
as though my flesh were a sleeping constellation
suddenly remembering its stars.
And then the kiss upon my mouth—
that kiss which, without blinking,
discovers everything my waiting has concealed:
the secret architecture of desire,
all the small, trembling expectations
I had buried beneath the ordinary hours.
All of it—
all of it is mine.
Your tongue moving across my body
writes a fire there,
an alphabet of intimacy
that no solitude has ever been able to decipher.
Your fingers—
your whole being entering the grammar of mine;
your saliva becoming indistinguishable from my own;
your lips finding my lips;
your body dissolving against my mouth.
And as I surrender myself to that hunger,
I find myself wondering—
is this what a life is?
To spend an eternity
learning the difference
between being alone
and being, for one incandescent moment,
completely inhabited?
collective
What is a queerplatonic relationship?
Does your connection with your bestie feel more on a soulmate level than just friendship, without any desire to date them? If so, lucky you! You may be experiencing queerplatonic attraction, which can form the basis of long-term relationships that are just as meaningful and emotionally supportive as romantic partnerships.
Understanding the term
The term queerplatonic relationship, or QPR, originated in the asexual community as a way to describe relationships that were deeper than friendship but non-romantic or non-sexual (depending on the person). Today, the term is defined as a significant emotional relationship that transcends the traditional boundaries of friendship, without the pressures of romantic dating. Some QPRs are non-sexual, but still incorporate physical intimacy like hand-holding and cuddling. Each relationship is tailored to the needs of the people involved, with no outside societal guidelines to follow, letting you define it on your own terms.
Why QPRS are important
QPRs prove that non-romantic connections are just as enriching, and challenge the notion that romantic connections should be considered the most valuable. They offer stability, emotional support, and a unique closeness that allows for personal growth outside the tricky navigations of romantic love. And most importantly, queerplatonic relationships teach us to prioritize and make time for all the different types of love in our lives. After all, Carrie’s soulmate wasn’t ever Mr. Big, it was her girls!
manuel_lll
Sometimes I think we need to experience pain to understand and see the happiness we have been neglecting ,that goes for living your truth you must experience pain and breakdown before finally seeing how happy your truth can be , I do wish everyone live as themselves without experiencing pain sometimes but that’s just it pain is like an example in every story
Do you agree???
pha.
Sometimes find it very easy for me to tell when someone hasn’t experienced much, if any, kind of hardship in their life.
Not the case every time, but in my experience, they tend to be dull, have a bland sense of humor, have a lack of empathy/curiosity about people or the world, and, most commonly, have this jarring sense of entitlement that’s disproportionate to their effort/work ethic and shows that they’re not used to anyone telling them “no.”
milly
I have a coat that’s the one from the matrix (lined with the matrix print). I also live in Sydney so sometimes it’s fun wearing it in the same locations and pretending. I swear I’m normal.
davjcastillo
Can I take you to a
- museum
- pottery class
- jazz night
- play
- picnic
- mapparium
- salsa social
- chef's choice restaurant
- guided safari tour
- campfire
- drive-in movie
- candle making class
You know... as a date?
beano
25 and I still don’t know if “my tags” on Grindr means things I AM or things I’m INTO. Like if I’m dom do I put “sub” cuz that’s what I’m looking for?
saochiang
With everyone talking about going back to physical media, there’s a part of my brain that’s shouting “HOORAY MY BOARDERLINE HOARDING HABITS ARE ACTUALLY PAYING OFF!!!”…
Anyone else feel that way? Or is this a problem that I need to address to my therapist? 😆😖
itsbu
I need tips on how to avoid bed rotting every weekend morning and get out and start my day earlier
justben
Anyone else spend their Saturday nights making art by themselves?
I can’t pretend I don’t enjoy it. But it is a lonely thing.
javvier
Good news, guys! I was told that my lymph nodes are clear, which is a huge relief.
I still have to wait to find out whether I’ll need any chemotherapy, but for now, I’m taking this as a win. One step at a time. 💪🏼
pha.
IMO you haven’t experienced owning a pet until you own one that’s pretty asf and knows it. It changes you as a person…
thnhdlng
Unpopular opinion: “I remember” feels more romantic than “I love you.”
Because love can be a feeling you say in the moment, but remembering means you paid attention.
And somehow, that feels more intimate than love itself.
manuel_lll
For me having an intimate relationship with just anyone ( causal) has never being my craving . And I think that’s where we get it wrong s*x is just causal fling ,while intimacy is making love you can never fully get the pleasure you seek from just causal s*xual fling but only with the person you love
studiokervo
2026 has been such a huge year for cinema so far. They’re really doing their thang in that industry rn
bonjounii
Why do gay men fall in love so fast? What does too fast actually mean? Is it love or lust that we confuse both with?
And is it truly “falling in love too fast” what needs to be addressed or maybe the questions underneath are the ones we rarely ask and harder to sit with?
Maybe the real conversation is hidden in what we're falling from...and what we're falling toward.
These questions keep coming back at me. Its like an endless loop that I’d love if someone can help me understand 🙈🥰
