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March 02,
The Epidemic of
Gay LonelinessBy Michael Hobbes
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I used to get so ecstatic when the meth was all gone.
This is my friend Jeremy.
When you contain it, he says, you have to keep using it. When it&#x;s gone, it&#x;s like, &#x;Oh fine, I can go advocate to my life now.&#x; I would stay up all weekend and move to these sex parties and then feel love shit until Wednesday. About two years ago I switched to cocaine because I could work the next day.
Jeremy is telling me this from a hospital bed, six stories above Seattle. He won&#x;t tell me the precise circumstances of the overdose, only that a stranger called an ambulance and he woke up here.
Jeremy is not the companion I was expecting to have this conversation with. Until a few weeks ago, I had no idea he used anything heavier than martinis. He is trim, intelligent, gluten-free, the kind of guy who wears a operate shirt no matter what day of the week it is. The first time we met, three years ago, he asked me if I knew a good place to do CrossFit. Today, when I ask him how the hospital&#x;s been so far,
Born to Run: The Lgbtq+ Migration Away from Home
I knew I had to leave. I had to get out. I couldn&#;t explain it, and I didn&#;t tell anyone else. I was only 16; I didn&#;t have a plan. I didn’t recognize when, or how, but I knew that at some point, an opportunity would present itself, and I would take it – I would quit my hometown and my family behind. I romance my family and Unused Orleans, but as I hit puberty and began to discover my (homo) sexuality, I knew that if I didn’t receive away, I would never come back.
Growing up in New Orleans is a unique experience (compared to others’ childhoods, or so I&#;m told). If you&#;ve never been, the municipality is never dull, and it isn&#;t uncommon for residents to boast about its &#;Big City&#; sense with small-town values.
Nothing moves fast in New Orleans, except gossip. Don’t authorize the slow pace of life or lazy drawl accents fool you. Anything remotely interesting or considered &#;abnormal,&#; would zip its way through the kaffeeklatsch network of New Orleans like shit through a goose. For me, The Big Easy wasn’t massive enough.
As I
No One is Born Gay
I used to struggle daily with unwanted equal sex attraction – unwanted homosexuality. From my earliest recollections I felt drawn to other males. Many circumstances came my way that only seemed to reinforce those feelings. When I was five years aged an adult male confronted me in a sexual behavior. As a infant I was very emotionally sensitive, skilled, and musical…and the other boys at school in my formative years seemed to relish in reminding me how much of a fag I was. In my college days, a comrade and mentor – married with children, Christian, and group leader – made a sexual advance…and I was convinced this was my lot in animation. The only issue with that is that I became more miserable than ever. When I got to the end of my rope, God met me there with a new individuality and the influence to change my way of thinking. To my excellent dismay (but not to my surprise), the world has begun to reflect in an upside-down manner, calling what is righteous ridiculous and what is perverse normal and acceptable.
Once I began to understand God’s true plan for my identity, I began
How can a sense of belonging be forged in a setting where one’s existence is forbidden? That is the question that LSE’s Dr Centner and his co-author Harvard’s Manoel Pereira Neto explore in their groundbreaking study into Dubai’s expatriate gay men’s nightlife.
But it was not an easy topic to research. Dr Centner explains: “It's an illegal, or criminalised, identity and put of behaviours and practices, so in a very general meaning, it's a taboo. And taboo subjects are very often under-researched, sometimes because people have a hard time gaining access, gaining that trust, but also because, even if people gain that access, there could be significant repercussions for themselves as researchers, or for the people who are the research participants.
“As two queer researchers, we were competent to enter the worlds of relatively privileged Western gay expatriates. Secrecy is often the norm, but the field was familiar to us, through previous visits and research projects.”
These were indeed ‘parties’ [but] not bars identified as gay. Not a