agaysianvagabond: SoulmatesWhen people talk about soulmates, I…

agaysianvagabond:

Soulmates
When people talk about soulmates, I always remember this scene from Sex and the City. To me, a soulmate is more than a lover.  A soulmate is someone who shares a common thread with you, someone who knows your thoughts before you even utter them, someone who can pick up the conversation with you even if it was weeks or months ago that you last saw each other.  My friends are my soulmates.

I’ve always been a wandering spirit. It can often be difficult to cultivate lasting friendships when permanency is your achilles heel. I’m grateful to have a few very close friends in my life.  They’re the ones that keep me grounded and often times, sane. They may not always understand the choices I make, but they respect me enough to allow me to make those choices and are ready to pick me up if those choices turn out to be the wrong ones.  A boy could not ask for anything more.

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agaysianvagabond:

Soulmates
When people talk about soulmates, I always remember this scene from Sex and the City. To me, a soulmate is more than a lover.  A soulmate is someone who shares a common thread with you, someone who knows your thoughts before you even utter them, someone who can pick up the conversation with you even if it was weeks or months ago that you last saw each other.  My friends are my soulmates.

I’ve always been a wandering spirit. It can often be difficult to cultivate lasting friendships when permanency is your achilles heel. I’m grateful to have a few very close friends in my life.  They’re the ones that keep me grounded and often times, sane. They may not always understand the choices I make, but they respect me enough to allow me to make those choices and are ready to pick me up if those choices turn out to be the wrong ones.  A boy could not ask for anything more.

Follower Friday: d-rklaw

Follower Fridays is a series of profiles highlighting members of Gaysian Third Space to showcase the diversity of gaysians in the Community. This week’s featured member is @d-rklaw

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Who are you?

Lawrence
26 years young
Gay
Australian/Indonesian/Chinese – whichever is most convenient at the time

Where are you from?

I was born in Sydney, Australia but was raised in Brisbane but somehow fortunately ended up working in Sydney again. Hopefully I get to live in a few other cities before “settling down”.

What do you do?

I’ve been working as a doctor for 4 years and am currently undergoing physician training (with much suffering) in the hope that I’ll make it through all the exams and end up as a medical oncologist some years down the track. For some reason patients with cancer have always interested me more than any other speciality – morbid I know, but it’s not all doom and gloom!

What are you passionate about?

I’m guilty of being a massive foodie – not even my studies have been able to pull me away from regularly enjoying a decent meal out! Sydney is filled to the brim with great places to eat for brunch, dinner and dessert in any type of cuisine you can possibly imagine. Just pm me if you want any suggestions!

I’m also a music fanatic, I don’t think I’d be able to survive without it! I listen to just about anything (including KPop) and also play piano and sing – I’ve performed at quite a few of my friends weddings in various countries around the world, it’s such an honour to be able to contribute to their special day! The worst part is when the piano faces the front of the hall and you miss seeing the bride walk down the aisle…

What is your dream job (real or fantasy)?

Food critic / travel blogger / KPopstar

If you could change the world with one idea, what would it be?

Live life and try not to hurt anyone!

Follower Friday: d-rklaw

Follower Fridays is a series of profiles highlighting members of Gaysian Third Space to showcase the diversity of gaysians in the Community. This week’s featured member is @d-rklaw

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Who are you?

Lawrence
26 years young
Gay
Australian/Indonesian/Chinese – whichever is most convenient at the time

Where are you from?

I was born in Sydney, Australia but was raised in Brisbane but somehow fortunately ended up working in Sydney again. Hopefully I get to live in a few other cities before “settling down”.

What do you do?

I’ve been working as a doctor for 4 years and am currently undergoing physician training (with much suffering) in the hope that I’ll make it through all the exams and end up as a medical oncologist some years down the track. For some reason patients with cancer have always interested me more than any other speciality – morbid I know, but it’s not all doom and gloom!

What are you passionate about?

I’m guilty of being a massive foodie – not even my studies have been able to pull me away from regularly enjoying a decent meal out! Sydney is filled to the brim with great places to eat for brunch, dinner and dessert in any type of cuisine you can possibly imagine. Just pm me if you want any suggestions!

I’m also a music fanatic, I don’t think I’d be able to survive without it! I listen to just about anything (including KPop) and also play piano and sing – I’ve performed at quite a few of my friends weddings in various countries around the world, it’s such an honour to be able to contribute to their special day! The worst part is when the piano faces the front of the hall and you miss seeing the bride walk down the aisle…

What is your dream job (real or fantasy)?

Food critic / travel blogger / KPopstar

If you could change the world with one idea, what would it be?

Live life and try not to hurt anyone!

5135: Heart of Glass

gregasaurus:

I’ve always wanted a tattoo, but could never think of something of enough personal importance to merit a permanent mark on my body. So instead, I’ve taken to admiring other people’s tattoos in the hopes that maybe their stories and ideas will fuel some inspiration–not to mention guys with tattoos are kinda hot. Granted, the design and location of the tattoo can make or break that rule, but generally some visible ink on an arm or wrist is a plus in my book. So I had no hesitation saying yes to coffee with a new, tatted acquaintance. After going through the usual scripted small talk, I was asked that inevitable, deal breaking question.

“So, what are you looking for?”

Of course, what he really meant to ask was, “So, what are my prospects with you?” Per my New Year’s Resolutions post, they’re not so great, buddy.

I told him I wasn’t really looking for anything at the moment, hoping my tone was dismissive enough to extinguish any other burning inquiries into my personal life that he might have had. But what he asked next caught me off guard.

“Okay, so then…what are you looking forward to if romance isn’t in the picture?”

Reflexively, I took offense to the question. Excuse you, but there are plenty of things I’m looking forward to: traveling to HK and Singapore in a couple of months, seeing my family in the fall, getting my CNSC, ending this meet-up-turned-interrogation and getting the hell out of this stank ass coffee shop and away from you, the list could go on.

I have a knack for hurting people’s feelings, so we ended our chat cordially and parted ways before things boiled over. On the walk back to my apartment though, I couldn’t help but wonder: What am I looking forward to? Not just in the immediate future, but ten, thirty, fifty years down the road? 

This was a question I had tried to tackle before, with close friends and innocent coffee shop strangers alike. If my parents weren’t so awkward over the fact that they have a gay son, I’d probably discuss it with them, too. (Come on guys, you’ve known for almost 8 years now. Get over it.) But I suppose I never really thought about it much until recently. After a pretty sour year of dating, romance was off the table for a while, that was for sure. I’m not exactly the most nurturing of guys, so children were never a serious consideration. And don’t even get me started with pets. So what was left?

Naturally, this train of thought led to some grim existential questions. Would I be alone forever? Would I die alone? Or perhaps more unsettling: is it okay to die alone? Though I’m privileged to live in an era of unprecedented progression, I feel like society is still leashed by the trappings of monogamy, traditional marriage, and childbearing. That’s not to say that any of those aspirations are a waste of time, but I don’t think they’re necessarily right for everyone (read: stony, selfish me). Still, a more conservative part of me wonders if there’s something wrong with my life’s current trajectory, one that doesn’t involve a diamond anniversary or a legacy that can be inherited by my grandchildren. In being comfortable with my solitude, do I in turn lose my dignity? 

Like always, I shrug off the sinking feeling. Twenty-three is an awfully young age to contemplate the futility of a life unshaped by companionship or offspring, let alone to decide that dying alone is even a possibility. A thought for another time, I tell myself. So instead I find shelter in other subjects–the day’s to-do list, my loud neighbors downstairs, tonight’s dinner–and move on with my life. I turn the key to enter my empty apartment, let out a deep sigh, and close the door behind me.

Maybe I should finally get that tattoo I’ve always wanted. Across my chest, over my heart, perhaps.

Break only in case of emergency.