I should probably declare my position up front, to avoid giving the illusion that I have anything to do with organised religion. I became a born-again Christian aged 19; at least that’s what they told me.
Tag: men
On Being Male
I am noted among my friends for being metrosexual. I wear clear nail varnish and I do not do football; I neither understand it nor care for it. I can throw a punch with my trainer at the gym while gossiping and bitching.
A Friend In Need Of A Friend
Is there an app for finding a friend, something you can put in filters and parameters and narrow down your search to a very specific person? I’m asking for a friend.
Open Journal #27
Listen to this on the podcast Someone gave me a link to some interesting stuff for me to read, I was always the kid who read the back of cereal packets, I will read anything. In this case I am finding it thought provoking. It mentioned the phrase ‘self soothe’, never heard it before. Asked … Continue reading Open Journal #27
Open Journal #21
Listen to this on the podcast Traumasexuality by Peter John Schouten Clearly I am late to the party. As I am with most things to do with all of this. The Mentor mentioned it, mentioned it in such a way that I paid attention. Thought I would get a copy and have a read. I … Continue reading Open Journal #21
Open Journal #18
Listen to this on the podcast The ban was lifted. I needed those couple of days to think about what happened next. What I felt about it. What it meant. As is often the way because of time zones, the chat rooms can be empty. I will often sit in one on my own and … Continue reading Open Journal #18
Open Journal #11
Listen to this on the podcast I am fascinated by how quickly you can connect with people here. I keep coming back to it and picking at it, trying to understand it. I mean sure we all have one thing in common, but it can’t just be that. Maybe it’s a false feeling, those of … Continue reading Open Journal #11
Open Journal #2
Listen to this on the podcast Over the last week, since stumbling into this emporium of delights, I’ve noticed some odd things happening in my head. Lately, my brain has been catching little phrases and comments like driftwood throughout the day. Sometimes a remark made at 3am in the chat room will click into place … Continue reading Open Journal #2