(ou) Confissões de um atormentado — A internet está falhando. Meu melhor amigo de 10 anos teve um filho. Eu não sabia que ele e sua esposa estavam esperando outro bebê. Nós não nos falamos há dois anos, desde que eu decidi sair do armário publicamente. Inclusive, uma das últimas conversas que tivemos mal pode ser…

Sometimes I feel as severed in my life as those characters in Apple’s new hit show Severance. This month, I spent a long time divided between my desire to watch more movies and the fact that I actually didn’t do it. My flatmate is in his family city for the…

The Complete Short-Story — I Are We There Yet? That a man would find a friend once over millennia is no more than we knew already. But that he could be fortunate to find multiple trusted friends in a single lifetime is a boast to all insurgents forever. Days and nights like those Otto…

Uma história sobre casa nova — Eu até consigo montar móveis. Uma vez que eu entenda para onde vai cada coisa. E eu consigo montar qualquer móvel. Ok, talvez não um guarda-roupa, mas com certeza uma mesa de centro, um aparador de café e definitivamente uma escrivaninha. …

a letter to my bruv — The first time I laid eyes on you, you were just a little boy, trying your best to be a good son, studying like crazy and having math problems too many. That was another time in my life when I felt like I was living with a god given purpose…

Spoiler Review — Stranger Things 4 is a mess. Yes, it is more original than 2 an 3 combined but did not found a way to break the pacing issues its predecessors had, just catapulted it into blockbuster vicious extremes. This is all over the place, literally. With too many plots to follow…

Spoilers: it was a lot of TV — June was a very strange and fast month. It came and went like august would never be capable of. I got sick for two weeks, went back to college, back to my swimming practice in the middle of winter for crying out loud, and put out my new design services…

Friends in high places as kingfishers catch fire — The Horizon’s Trilogy Lightyear — A Final Chapter A bird falls dead on the sidewalk. No one notices, no one steps it. It simply stays, waiting to be taken back to earth, to be eaten by a wild cat, to be noted by two friends that are suffering. “I have…

Say Something I’m Giving Up on You — A Pride Story — When you are raised within an idea it can be pretty challenging to shift from it. I was raised an evangelical boy tought to hate the fact that I was gay and to deny it as much as I could. The narratives I was raised in and the stories I…