So, hello again.
If you are wondering where I disappeared after May
2022—short answer: life happened. Longer answer: a lot happened on the personal
front, mixed with a generous dose of disillusionment with the community I write
about. I stepped away not only because I ran out of things to say, but also because
I wasn’t sure if someone was listening.
When I wrote my first post back in November 2012, I was
younger, louder, and far more idealistic. Even since my last post in 2022, the
world—and the gay community within it—has changed. Not all of it for the
better. While Instagram generously feeds us images of happy, out, and
photogenic gay couples (good for them, honestly), the broader reality still
seems stuck in a loop of short-term pleasure over long-term connection.
Lifelong love remains a beautiful concept—just not a very popular one.
Technology, especially dating apps, hasn’t helped. If
anything, it has poured petrol on an already raging fire. The age at which
people now confidently solicit their sexual fantasies keeps dropping, and I
sometimes wonder if “getting to know each other” has quietly exited the chat.
Meanwhile, society remains largely homophobic, even as it
enthusiastically embraces Instagram trends like posting about a “wife-like
friend” or, more colloquially, “lugaai jaisa dost”—carefully sanitised
by mandatory declarations of straightness such as, “What would my girlfriend
think?” Affection is acceptable, it seems, as long as it comes with a
certificate of heterosexuality.
Before restarting, I reread my old posts. Some made me
cringe, some felt naïve, some suffered from obvious linguistic limitations I
had (and still have). Still, I chose not to delete them. Those posts were
me—honest, imperfect, evolving. Let them stand as evidence.
I don’t yet know how often I’ll write, but I’ll try. If a
few old readers return and find something worthwhile here, that will be reason
enough.
Welcome back.
