Thach ‘Tak’ Nguyen from the United States recounts his journey from being a bullied Vietnamese immigrant to a closeted college student to becoming the openly gay man he is today engaged to his fiancé.
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This open letter is addressed to all the gay men seeking quality connections outside of the gay clubs, bars and apps.
The social climate for the contemporary gay man is one where friendships are grey and appearance is king. So it’s no surprise many gay men feel lonely & jaded.
This letter is addressed to every gay man who has ever felt jaded with the scene.
You can’t be fabulous without being a little extra! Here are 5 funny differences between gay and straight selfies that show how extra gay men are.
If Instagram is to be believed, gay friendship is mostly muscled, tanned men smiling topless on the beach or in a club surrounded by an armour of hashtags. I figured that explained my struggle. I am shy, ugly and vegan, all of which pose a serious threat to anyone wanting to gain likes with the likes of #gaycute #gayhunk #gayhot.
3 Gay Men in Singapore share personal stories of their HIV/AIDs scare so as to encourage others to practice safer sex.
More than just a coming out story, Marcus Goh shares with us the incident which compelled him to work out furiously, revealing the intense pressure that gay men face to stay lean.
Dear Straight People, After watching our recent video that shone the spotlight on chemsex addiction in Asia, a group of former chemsex addicts have very gamely stepped forward to share with us some useful advice on overcoming drug addiction. Linus, 36 For those who have never taken a drug in their lives, my advice is simply not
Dear Straight People, Meet 40-year old Singaporean *Mark, a former chemsex addict who hopes to inspire change by sharing his story. At first glance, Mark doesn’t seem like the type of person you would typically associate with drug addiction. He is highly educated, well-built and holds a stable job in the research sector. In short, Mark is
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