Photo by Karl Fredrickson. I’m an atheist. It’s never normally hard for me to admit that. But last time I settled myself in a city overseas,…
It was any other Saturday night. I was at a gay bar, drinking too many vodka redbulls and losing my mind over Britney song after…
To know a place is to know the people. This is why I check Grindr in every location. Grindr is far nicer to use in…
A few hours passed and I met my friends out the front of the club I had recently been kicked out of. I had no…
“Do you have a boyfriend?” they ask me in Chinese, because you’re always assumed straight until proven otherwise. Like me, this could go two ways….
There we were again, perched in the gutter outside a dingy convenience store eating Pringles and sinking Bintangs, on a mission to get wasted in…
Get There: Head to Taylor Square in Darlinghurst and you’ll find Arq at 16 Flinders Street You can always trust the gays to keep the nightlife…
The drag queens moved through a mixed crowd in Seminyak’s Bali Joe, leaving a trail of excitement and animation. They caught the hands of their…
When I first came out to my mum, the conversation went something like this: Mum: Oh, so… you don’t like girls? Me: Nope. Mum: Not…
One afternoon at a Balinese gym in Seminyak, I got bored and downloaded Grindr. I scrolled through the application, squirming at the sea of bicep…
On the first Sunday of every Oktoberfest, thousands of LGBTIQ people gather in Munich for a big gay piss up. Cocktoberfest, if you will. It’s…
It was my last afternoon in Barcelona, and I was having an absolute mare. Photographic evidence had just surfaced of me making out with a…
