I was walking through the mall, the sun was shining, the markets were on, people everywhere, live band playing, people having fun. Suddenly there was yelling.   (More)

I went to my best friend's (straight) and his girlfriend's housewarming last night. I bought them a wave lava lamp as a gift. I spent ages trying to decide what a good housewarming gift was.   (More)

I'm not gunna let my dad get to me. It's obvious he hasn't taken notice of any of my email to him, as his response was simply 'Watch the dvd and you will see your mothers and my point of view." I don't NEED to watch it - I already know what it is! Jesus, seriously. Today I went shopping for a Halloween Costume for next Thursday night's "Spookfest" at Movie World on the Gold Coast :)   (More)

After much appreciated advice from my blog friends, I've decided not to watch the DVD my dad's sent me. It will only make me feel worse, and bring up unnecessary anger from within. I've made progress with this though. I sent my dad a huge email explaining everything I felt.   (More)

To add vinegar to the wound, I get home today to find a package on the kitchen bench from my dad. It was a CD-mailer, and I knew exactly what it would be.   (More)

This week has been tough :( Now I've lived out of home for about 6 years now. I got a message on my phone from my father asking me to please be more discreet about my sexuality on facebook. :(   (More)

I just arrived home from an exhausting day at work and collapsed on the bed. I figured why not write another blog entry!  (More)

I'm going out way too much lately - worknig full time, burning the candle at both ends on weekends. But I do it because I'm worried about ageing.   (More)

I totally forgot i was meant to go out clubbing on Sunday night, when a mate rang me up going 'You still up for tonight?'. I'd worked all week and just wanted to relax, but I forced myself to go. Turns out I had a really good time! I ended up dirty-dancing with loads of chicks as well as this breeder who was there making out with all the chicks. I figured if he's gunna do that in OUR club, then he's gunna have to suffer the consequences, so I grabbed my mate and we went and grinded ourselves into him and the chick he was dancing with. He was really getting into it too - probably the drugs.. I ended up finding myself quite the hottie that night too. Didn't hook up with him that night, but got his number and we met up a few days later. HOT is all I can say!

I actually have an online blog, on a different site, but I thought I might write a little bit about me on this site - my gay side a little bit more. It might help me understand life and why I happened to be gay in it. My other blog is everything, so this'll be good to concentrate on the one area of my life - my faggotry :) I moved to Brisbane 6 years ago, a nervous, yet excited, inexperienced teen. I wasn't even really sure who I was at the time. I got myself a job in retail (yes how gay) and a workmate of mine (absolute queen) took me out clubbing to a gay nightclub. Mind you I didn't realise we were heading to a gay nightclub until we were in the cab on the way there and he goes 'So have you ever been to a gay club before?' I freaked out. Being as naive as I was, I immediately thought leather chaps, whips, chains, everything I had read about and thought the lifestyle was about. But you know what? When I got there, I had a great time! Of course I was new meat so I got hit on a few times, but I really wasn't ready to go home with a guy. In school I had feelings more toward guys, but being raised religious my whole live and having it drilled down my throat that my thoughts were wrong, I suppressed my feelings. It's only in the past few years I've really been opening up to who I truly am and not listening to others, and actually being my god-damn self! And god it feels good! But now, in this world of guys fucking and all this meaningless sex, I just can't bring myself to do it. I'm a cuddler, a somewhat romantic. I just can't see how anyone can fuck someone without it meaning something at least half-special, like a connection of some sort. I've had my fair share of hookups, but never has one been a random stranger. I like to at least know something about the person, whether that be their first name or their whole life story. I love the idea of having a boyfriend, a committed relationship, and yet I love the idea of just having sex with really cool friends. Strangers - I don't get it. I get turned on when I'm about to have sex with a really cute guy I've liked for ages. If it's a stranger, I don't. What is that? Is that my relationship side coming out? is that my body and mind telling me that random sex isn't for me? I can't help what I like, and that's what I like. I like my guys friendly, cute as and to the point. I like my boyfriends to have a lot in common with me. I can't stand money - I think it's the root of all evil - so why are so many guys obsessed with their careers? Why do loaded guys think they own you? I earn enough money to pay my rent and my food and with enough to go clubbing or go out to dinner with my mates, or even buy something special for a cutie I'm seeing, or sleeping with. Where have general mannerisms disappeared to? Meaningless sex, I don't get it. Why wouldn't you at least want to try to be friends with someone you think is cute? Is it too much trouble? Do guys pride themselves on their 'tally of fucks'? Drop their load and go? Why can't I do it? Is it all in the mind? is it easier the more you do it? Or are guys too scared to commit to something more than blowing their load in any different random oriface?

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