The only sound I could hear was the muffled breathing of my own. My hands were tightly bound behind my back. My legs too, were bound in a similar fashion to the chair I was sitting in. My head was strapped and locked in a leather hood, with only two holes for breathing purposes. And
Dear Gay Men, We’re a little too obsessed with how we look. Yes, not all of us are muscle chasing gym bunnies. But judging from the abundance of selfies and shirtless pictures of gay men all over Instagram, it’s evident that a significant proportion are. The obsession with physical appearances isn’t merely confined to the virtual
Dear Gay People, I’m so hooked onto chemsex that I can no longer get off on regular sex. It all started a couple of years ago. I was feeling horny and decided to get on Grindr in the hopes of finding someone to relieve me of my raging hormones. Not long after, I got lucky and
Dear Straight People, That Sunday had been ordinary. I was comfortably anchored at my sofa, entertaining the nerd in me with the wits of a Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan in her masterpiece, Sarong Party Girl. That peaceful bubble burst prematurely, thanks to the incessant buzzing of my silenced iPhone. Grumpily, I grabbed the phone off the
Dear Gay People, I have a confession: I leaked my boyfriend’s nudes because he cheated on me. A friend once told me that all gay men cheat. I told that friend to f*** off. You see, I absolutely abhor cheaters. I’ve had 2 ex-boyfriends before. Both relationships ended because both of them couldn’t keep their dicks
A straight man who regularly has sex with other men explains why having gay sex doesn’t make one gay.
Dear Straight People, I’ve never met somebody who cared enough about me to cry their heart out for me before. Literally, no one. And to some extent, I wished someone would. Little did I know that when the day arrived that someone did indeed bawl their eyes out for me, I wished they didn’t.