We don't create a lot of opportunities in our lives to share the things that shape us. The stories from the anonymous contributors below are the proof.
Mike's introduction to Open Relationships. I used to be a culchie... and still am at heart since I live in Dublin. Back then, a sex date with a guy I fancied a lot showed me that I was still "that innocent". I'm not sure how old he was, but let's...
“Some stories are very personal. And so this is. I don’t mind people know it, but I wouldn’t like people to know something so personal before meeting me. It is a part of myself I prefer to choose with who I will share it and when.” This story...
My HIV story started in 2014 when one of my dreams got true; I got accepted as a member of the cabin crew of Emirates Airlines. I was preparing to get my visa to move to Dubai and got advised to do some tests in my home country before moving over.
Touch my hands and kiss me on the cheeks Living for me has always been a sort of risk I don’t fear or praise any invisible thing My only enemy is resting beneath my skin
I had relocated to Spain just eight months before and the change of scene from Dublin to Barcelona was beyond what I had expected. In Dublin, I lived a very sheltered life, very naive and innocent and didn’t get myself involved in the gay scene. It just didn’t interest me. When I moved here, I...
The following story was sent to my inbox anonymously through the surveys section [http://questionmark.dev.onpressidium.com/surveys/]. Do you have a story? Share it with Questionmark. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “When I arrived in Dublin, I got drunk in freedom and got addicted to my newly felt independence. – *Information on title...
