Category: TALE OF MEN BOYS

I’ve been told several times that I have sad eyes. I used to laugh that comment away. I like to think of myself as a […]

I am twenty years old and still I am not feeling my age.. I was raised in a slum area of Istanbul. Although we didn’t […]

There is a 7-year gap between the 2013 me and current me. While neither version of me is perfect, I am pretty content with where […]

When I was 19 years old and living in Paris, I had become the epitome of a basic gay, I was cruel and bitchy and […]

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 […]

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 […]

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. […]

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 […]

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 […]