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I’m grateful for every moment on Earth and every memory I get to pen that may one day outlast me.

I'm a business development executive and a writer published in 100+ outlets worldwide, including The New York Times, WIRED, Vice, Business Insider, Metro, Reader’s Digest UK, HuffPost, Fast Company, PopSugar, Observer, Chicago Tribune, Penguin Random House UK, Men’s Journal, New York Daily News, and Google Arts & Culture. 

My writing has been featured on TV, taught at universities, recognized in literary competitions, translated into five languages, turned into PR campaigns, and generated millions of views. 

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Metro

I'm a quadruplet - my brothers and I couldn't be more different

‘Bro, you’re just using being a quadruplet to get your five minutes of fame,’ Pablo complained.
‘And three days of luxury in a chateau!’ I added quickly.
It was May 2024 and I’d been trying to convince my three brothers that appearing on the Vanderpump Rules spin-off, Vanderpump Villa, was indeed a good thing.
I argued we’d be ‘guests of honour’, mere spectators to any drama in the show – unlike the hotel staff who were on the payroll for the plot – and that it was an obvious opportunity.
‘I sug...
Metro (print)

I was a luxury proposal planner. I felt more like the secret service than cupid

‘You don’t think a scavenger hunt is romantic?’ asked my client Michael*. He’d just suggested sending his girlfriend on a wild goose chase across Manhattan, retrieving clues from his exes in the order he’d dated them – I was horrified.

But as a proposal planner, my role was to focus on logistics rather than acting as a gatekeeper of perceived ‘romance’.

Luckily, most men (and a few women) who came to my company for help weren’t married to their own ideas and I was usually able to provide them
The Gay & Lesbian Review

Finding Hope in Minneapolis

A historic winter storm was forecast to sweep across America, and as the wind howled outside my window on a Thursday night in Minneapolis, I welcomed the sub-freezing temperatures as a possible escape from the ongoing tension between Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents and Minnesotans. I wondered whether extreme weather could momentarily pause the civil unrest. Could it halt the degradation of our constitutional rights and the reversal of American dreams?
Perhaps I was naïve to think the...
Popsugar

The Sex Appeal of Dating a Plant Dad

Last summer, when my brother dropped off two giant plants for me to babysit while he moved to the middle of the jungle in Colombia for two months, I warned him it wouldn't be my fault if they died. I didn't care for children or animals: the closest I'd ever come to having a pet as an adult was my collection of leather bags. But as the days passed, I was caught off guard by the feelings I developed for those plants.
My god, how wrong I'd been to dismiss plants as an unnecessary responsibility tha...
Business Insider

I threw a dinner party to avoid spending money on holiday gifts for friends. Now, it's my annual tradition.

In 2018, I considered my army of close friends a blessing — until December rolled around. Suddenly, these friendships came with an overhead I couldn't afford, just for the sake of tradition.

Dozens of women who considered me their gay best friend sounded great until it was time to exchange presents with all of them during the holidays. I was too cheap to buy all my friends expensive Christmas gifts but too classy to give them something, well, cheap. I had also grown tired of spending $50 on som...
Observer

The Everlasting Appeal of The Real Housewives

I used to be cynical about watching The Real Housewives until I unexpectedly found myself inside New York’s Sonja Morgan’s hotel room for her Halloween party at the Kimpton in 2018. Her hairstylist invited me, as Morgan embraced a more-the-merrier mentality for gays.

I was shirtless, and Morgan quipped about my nipples, managing to partake in several conversations simultaneously. Production made every extraneous person sign a release waiver before a crew member yelled, “Action!” Countess Luan d
WIRED

In Praise of AI-Generated Pickup Lines

We're at the height of a global technological revolution, and yet this is the modern state of dating: You swipe left, swipe left again, and again, and again—in fact, you mind-numbingly swipe left so many times that when the app finally lands on a person you deem worthy of swiping right, you accidentally swipe left on them, too. You continue swiping.

My thumbs are bloody with disappointment that dating apps, once the face of innovation, have become relics of the status quo. But I've seen the lig
The New York Times

Tiny Love Stories: 'He insisted on keeping things casual'

The clock strikes 6 a.m., and I’ve watched Paul sleep for nearly an hour. It’s the only time he seems helpless, incapable of hurting me. Before I parachuted into his Los Angeles world from Minneapolis for the weekend, he insisted on keeping things casual to make long-distance work. But that condition didn’t stop me from imagining our future together, once we could commit to FaceTiming more than three times a day. I start kissing his body, but he complains it’s too early. He turns over, and I cud...
Metro

I never expected my one-night stand to pursue me after our casual fling

On our first date, John* hit every possible green flag like my attraction was a video game he’d already mastered. 
For starters, he picked me up before dinner, was easy to talk to or sit in silence with, and focused on every word that came out of my mouth in a way that made me want to kiss him. 
The thing is, I’d already done the latter with him – and then some. Five months earlier, to be exact.
Our paths had first crossed as two anonymous torsos among many on Grindr in December 2024.
On a fatef...
Metro

I thought he loved me - but I was blind to the red flags

Dancing beneath a giant disco ball on a multicoloured dancefloor, I should have been having the time of my life.
After all, I was in LA, surrounded by hundreds of people dressed in 70s attire, at a party designed to transport us back in time to the heyday of Studio 54 – it couldn’t have been a more perfect event for me. 
But, there was one big problem. John*, the party’s host and, coincidently, the man I was dating, wasn’t by my side.
The only reason I’d flown across the country to attend this e...
Xtra Magazine

Love at first lust: A young writer explores a lasting love denied… or is that deferred?

Jared’s profile read 34 years old, six foot one, and muscular. As he opened the door, I saw an honest person. I didn’t fall in love with him immediately, but every visual detail indicated that I could. He looked beautiful in the most masculine ways: broad shoulders, full hair, a confident presence, immaculate posture and a seductive half-smile. At 19, I didn’t understand love—I usually hid from it—but I could still pick it out of a lineup. “He’s the one,” I thought immediately.
Business Insider

I flew next to a family, and they taught me to appreciate what parents do for their kids.

A downside to traveling alone is being squeezed between random people during transit, but I was thankful that had never happened with kids. I'm not the first childless person to believe there should be a separation between happy individuals and burdened families.

Then one day I sat next to a sick person. She wouldn't stop wheezing and coughing, and I cursed the day she was born because she hadn't canceled her flight. It was post-COVID, so airlines were no longer required to feign concern for th...
HuffPost

My Partner and I Were In A Throuple With Alcohol

I cut my first date with Brandon short, rushing off to an editor’s birthday dinner and a New York Fashion Week after-party. So imagine my shock when I woke up in his bed, with no memory of how I’d gotten there. Feeling disoriented, I hastily made my exit.

I didn’t speak to Brandon for six months, until we ran into each other at a bar one Saturday in the neighborhood where we both lived. He said he hadn’t reached out because I had left his apartment like a hostage set free. I had to awkwardly explain that I couldn’t remember how I had ended up at his place after my eventful night.
The i Paper

‘You could feel the energy like an earthquake’: Argentina’s World Cup win offers welcome optimism for visitors

During the World Cup, you could hear the screams of Argentines from every block in Buenos Aires on match days. You didn’t need to watch Argentina play to keep track of the score.

I am not a sports person – what felt to me like mob mentality, rooting for your colour, has never appealed. But my Porteño (Buenos Aires local) friends threatened to exile me if I didn’t participate in what I hadn’t grasped was history in the making.

The first time Argentina were declared World Champions was in 1978 o
Popsugar

"Raw Dogging" a Flight Can Be Meditative If You're Not a Dick About It

On the internet, a particular breed of bros specializes in two things: convincing others they've mastered the mind by conquering self-imposed challenges and then patting themselves on the back for doing said performative tasks. It seems the sky's the limit for arrogance, and recently, TikTok's enlightened vikings have been singing their own praises for sitting still on long ass flights doing absolutely nothing. The endurance! The mental power! The masculinity!
Dubbed "raw dogging," this travel t...
Fodors Travel Guide

How Bravo’s Real Housewives Transformed Desert Travel Into a Luxury Trend

The desert is not your typical dream vacation; its dry, barren landscape evokes a focus on survival rather than luxury. At least it used to. Enter the Housewives—who are not your typical women—who have collectively reimagined what desert travel can be. Although the franchise has thrived since 2010 on a pedestal of wealth, friendship, and drama, one more subtle theme has played a significant role in its success: the regular cast trips featured in...
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