Since I can remember, I was obsessed with the body. Maybe because it took me so long to accept mine. Everywhere you can hear the familiar cliché that you have to love yourself first and sometimes it really annoys you, but … god it’s so true! I think that our society has a big problem…
We live our lives in chapters. This is an appealing metaphor to a writer, of course. We reason with ourselves, as we wander through our daily lives: ‘the only time is now’. It’s true that we need to make the best of each moment, but when we look back, uncanny and unlikely narratives unfold. I…
I was busy planning my ideal life. Owner of a home and travel regularly. Spending enough time on friends and hobbies. Enjoy the carefree life. Love was allowed to come on my path but there was no rush. Until my luxury life suddenly came to an end … Due to an accident I lost my…
I grew up in a remote village in Belgium I’ve been born gay and I never had to stay hiding in a closet. I’ve been out all of my life. But life in a village has no future for me. People are close minded and how was I gonna find a hook up. Also I felt unsafe there a lot…
Growing up on an Greek Island it’s both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because you have endless memories of nonchalant days during which the only preoccupation one has is to find the perfect beach. You carry memories, of sun kissing your skin, the gentle breeze coming from the sea to cool you down and…
Ever since I remember I was gay. Ever since, being gay was a taboo in my family. I broke it. I always had big trouble with my closest when it came to my sexuality, my way of life, the fact that I prefer dicks. When I was younger, merely naive to be honest, I was convinced…
I was around 16 or 17 when I had my first sexual experience. Surprisingly, it was not horrible. Quite the contrary. A friend set us up. She was trying to find out if I was in fact gay. She could have just asked me but that it not what happened. Instead, she introduced me to…
When he was 13 my brother confessed to me that he was homosexual and my first reaction was to ask him if our parents knew about it. He was 17 years old and for him, to announce it to our parents was unthinkable. It was 1976. We came from a Catholic family, bourgeois, where the…
In the last few years I’ve been reading a lot about internalized Homophobia and how our upbringing with “straight gender-roles” might influence our life as out-and-proud adult gay men. It’s a fascinating topic, which has certainly a lot of truth and depth but at some level I could never really identify with all the theories…
I didn’t have to put much effort in telling my parents I was gay, because I was caught at age 13. It was July 2007 and I had just finished exams. I had recently met a 17 year old guy online for the first time and I was planning to go see him. He was…
