Which one hits you harder, the truth or the gun? Hate is the drug killing us This is how we self destruct

wish me luck on this interview (and i need to resize my ring)

For many gay men, love begins with unlearning. Years spent pretending to be someone else, hiding feelings, and fitting into expectations can make vulnerability feel terrifying. But that is what makes finding the right person so extraordinary. The moment someone loves you not for who you pretended to be, but for who you truly are, all those years of hiding begin to lose their weight. True love becomes more than romance,it becomes freedom, acceptance, and the joy of finally being seen. After years of keeping parts of yourself locked away, sometimes you end up unleashing the beast. 😏❤️‍🔥

Went on a date yesterday. It was nice. Nothing felt wrong. But when I left, I sat by the sea alone and realized I wasn’t looking forward to seeing that person again. And that’s what confuses me. I don’t have trouble meeting people. I just don’t seem to feel what everyone else feels when they meet someone they want to keep in their life.

I have seen no end of queer artists bemoan the fact that their reach seems throttled, or posts are being removed or accounts are being suspended - I have suffered personally with all three so can vouch for this. The algorithm is fine with straight accounts posting more ‘risky’ art, but with queer artists it seems to be more about the luck of the draw. @TikTok for example censors the hashtag ‘gayart’. The only way to change this is to like, repost and share as much as you can when you see art - in all forms - that you vibe with.   #gayrights #gayart #protest #gayartist

A big part of my life is trawling Victoria rescuing Maremma sheepdogs, bringing them home to rehabilitate and rehome. Puppy cuddles are not infrequent (sadly)

It’s not called a pilgrimage for nothing 🫥

Really impressed with the majority of this look making it through a 1,5hrs therapy session. Waterproof < Therapyproof