Unethical Sluts

‘Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so’. Nick often recalls that line from a John Berryman poem (is it one of the Dream Songs?) on a midweek evening like this. Dinner has been consumed, half a bottle of Sauvignon stares back at him from the coffee table, whispering, silently, ‘finish me’. The TV [...]

One Thing

One thing was certain: he knew he did love her- It made so much sense when he said it like that. But there was the problem of loving his brother. ———————- When he lay next to her under the covers, Limb against limb, her body stretched flat One thing was certain: he knew he did [...]

Boy #2

In this strange period where I am reminded of my boy, and, more significantly, maybe, reminded of the fact I never did really grieve for us and our loss properly. I am left with a lasting fact about him, that I never really appreciated at the time, as it was all so bound up with [...]

The Bottom Line

‘There are just rather more straight men than gay men – and I find they make much better bottoms….’ I read this sentence on the ‘bottom half of the internet’, that murky underworld that is filled, not quite in equal measure, with a mixture of incomprehensible gibberish, mundanity and real insight into the human condition. [...]

Crush! Some random notes on desire

My first crush left me reeling like a punch in the stomach. I was fifteen, an awkward mix of mature for my age and completely innocent. Warren Chapman was a few years older. He played bass in my mate’s band: ‘Blind Alliance’. Tall, dark, troubled by acne, he was the most beautiful creature I had [...]