When people start asking you if you're ‘sure’ you want to eat that doughnut, life takes on a very different hue. Suddenly, the food you eat becomes a matter of public interest, a field of study that people feel comfortable commenting on. The bigger you get, the less you are seen as an individual. You become an object of interest, an example of what not to be, a living ‘before’ photo.
I know this because I am fat. In fact, I am currently the fattest I have ever been. …
When I first came out, I wanted to hide.
I had a partner and that was great, but I wanted that to be where my queerness stopped. I just wanted to blend in with the crowd. I disapproved of Pride parades, I was confused by queer fashion, and I generally wanted to keep the whole thing as quiet and unintrusive as possible.
Since then, some things have changed.
And I love it.
But I am also all too aware that it's a privilege that I am able to do that without much fear of oppression or violence. There are millions…
I can’t tell you how to make money online.
I know that appears to be what the vast majority of people in this industry are writing about these days but, honestly, I can't join their ranks because I don't have all the answers.
Hell, I'm not even sure I have any of them.
I’m surrounded by people who do though, apparently.
The world of online writing is starting to feel a bit like an echo chamber. So much of our content is inward-looking, discussing issues that affect only this industry and giving advice to new writers about how to get…
It sounds like a lot.
And, to be honest, it feels like a lot too. Over 100,000 words released out into the world since November and over 12,000 views across the whole portfolio. It's not earth-shattering or career-defining, but I still couldn't be more proud of the things I have achieved in the last 9 months.
And you, whoever you are and however much you may or may not have published, should be proud too.
When I first started creating content online, I thought I was going to take the world by storm from the comfort of my little desk…
It's a stereotype, I know. The Internet is awash with tongue-in-cheek memes about the speed of queer relationships, and the last thing I want to do is contribute to the cacophony.
However, as much as I abhor stereotypes of any kind, I actually think there may be a grain of truth to this one. And I think I know why, too.
We missed out.
And we don't want to miss out anymore.
Yesterday, I stumbled across Alex Mell-Taylor’s fascinating article ‘Understanding Our Queer Obsession with Childish Things’. In just one article, they managed to articulate a number of things that…
Hi. I’m Sean.
You probably already knew that.
Not because I’m popular or anything. But my name is at the top of this article.
Thanks for coming.
While I've got you, I have something to ask you, actually…
How much do you really want to know about me?
It's one of the basic tenets of not just this platform, but all content hosting sites. Raw, personal, relatable content is king. It’s stories that bring us to tears or force us to grin from ear to ear that we love to read. …
That was what LinkedIn, of all places, looked like last month. As I perused through the job listings, desperately trying to find a remote job that could sustain me at the tail end of the year from hell, I was assaulted by our beloved rainbow in every possible guise and form.
It was as if the whole world had woken up on June 1st and realised — ‘Oh s**t, the queers exist’ and proceeded to cover their businesses in quick-fix allyship in preparation for Pride Month.
Sure, some companies legitimately tried to move with the spirit of pride. They hosted…
‘They’ll add a week to the Easter holidays and then we’ll get straight back to normal.’
It was early April 2020. I was still waist-deep in teacher training at a rough urban school in England. We were sat in the staff room of the Maths department, having a surprisingly heated discussion about this new virus that was raising concerns in Asia. Some of us were already suffering under a sense of impending doom. Others, like my colleague quoted above, were convinced that the whole thing would amount to nothing and that it was all a big fuss for nothing. …
If it wasn't for all the bad luck, I'd smash every mirror in my house.
I hate them. Every time I have to look into them it takes all of my willpower not to immediately look away. The longer I look, the wider the chasm in my stomach becomes, until I feel like I’m being swallowed by a void of my own making.
Even looking into a mirror with my arms around a loved one is painful. I look at them instead of myself, trying to hide my discomfort as I do.
Perhaps you know what I'm talking about. …
Compared to many of my brothers, sisters, and non-binary siblings in the LGBTQ+ community, I came out fairly late in life. I was in my early 20s, attending university at the time, and it was only upon getting my first boyfriend that I actually got on with coming out to those around me, mainly because it would have been difficult to hide my gayness with my very much male partner in tow.
I was lucky, though. I knew my friends and family would have no issue with my identity and, true to form, I had one of the easiest coming…