The things I’d do to give my mother a call to just chat…
New Leaf. New Life.
My name is Jake, I'm an Australian, a marketing graduate, blogger, YouTuber, traveler and human. I'm just a boy, chasing his dreams. Follow me on the adventure.
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hey jake! I just wanted to let you know that you along with other queer-identifiying youtubers helped me in my coming out process in the sense that you normalized being gay, and more specifically being gay within a specific community. For me that'd be being a queer muslim. I wanted to let you know I am one of the millions who you have unknowingly helped. Your mother may not be here anymore and I am so sorry, but know that she, and anybody, would be very proud of you because you have saved lives.queertist
Words cannot express how much people like YOU have saved my life.
Hi Jake. I just wanted to let you know that watching you go through your struggles lately and being able to be strong and get through it has really given me hope. I also lost my mom recently. It has actually been six months and i still find myself struggling to get through some days. I unfortunately have no real answer as to what happened to my mom. But i'm trying to stay strong. And your story has really helped me<3reflection-ofmythoughts
I want to thank you for writing this to me. I also want to correct you, just a little bit. I may seem like I’m being strong, but like you I’m finding it hard, especially today. I’m not coping and I’m also internalising it a lot, which I usually don’t do.
The fact that I can help you brightens me up so much. It helps me every single day to know that I’m helping people. It is almost the only positive thing to come out of all this hurt.
If anything, we both need to understand is that it is okay not to be okay. And right now, we aren’t okay.
When I was younger I was obsessed with perfection. I was obsessed with the idea of perfection, I was obsessed with seeming perfect to others, I was obsessed with people that seemed perfect.
This obsession came from a deep source inside myself; my own festering insecurities. To overcome my insecurities I had to realise one thing…
Perfect doesn’t exist. No one is perfect. You learn this when you grow up. Your parents aren’t perfect, your teachers aren’t perfect, the people you date aren’t perfect.
The crazy thing about perfection is that it’s incredibly subjective. What I think is “perfect” isn’t perfect to you, and vice versa. This is where society holds it’s power.
We need to embrace what makes us different. I think being different is beautiful, but I didn’t always. I wish I had the clarity and outlook on life back then as I do now. I would have spared myself so much heartache from beating myself down.
I challenge you, reading this to think about what you think perfect is, and then crush that idea. Think about what someone else thinks perfect is. Open your mind to that idea. Pass it on.
To someone else, you are perfect.
Gays, we need to have a talk. Some people out there that need a good lesson in reality and expectations. Let me tell you a little story…
When in Berlin I met a fellow Australian guy while traveling. I asked him about his travels and discovered that he recently moved countries too. Conversation moved to boys, relationships and “types” (as it does) and some things he said struck a real chord with me.
Now let me give some background; this guy was an above average looking fellow, in average shape in his late 20’s, single and educated. When I asked him about the boys back home he said “they’re all terrible, think they are God’s gift to the world and are really superficial”. I was taken back by his ability to throw an entire group of people in a category and under a bus, however I let him continue talking. As we moved on to his “type” he mentioned that he likes athletic, muscled, toned, tall, “straight-acting” guys. He narrowed it down to professional sports guys, quite specifically.
This is a guy with a severe case of delusion and I feel that I have met many people like this before. First of all, if he was to desire to be in a relationship with someone of extreme health and fitness levels, he should probably aim for the same goal himself. He isn’t model status attractive. I’m not being rude when I say this, this is a reality. Here is someone bashing on other gays saying that they are superficial and self righteous and not only is he doing the exact same thing, but he is worse because he is unaware to how damaging his views are. Hypocrites like this infuriate me. It strengthens the stereotype and increasing problem with modern gay men and the image to be perfect. To always be looking out for the next best thing. THAT’S NOT HOW RELATIONSHIPS WORK, GUYS.
In a perfect world, everyone would be blind to attractiveness based on physical appearance. But we don’t live in a perfect world, and this isn’t Barbie’s Malibu Mansion.
So once again I’m off to another destination. I’m actually writing this post from Melbourne airport as I wait for my friend to land from Sydney.
You know me, when life gets a little hard I run away. So this is just a quick escape, much like my trip to Brisbane a few weeks ago. Enough to satisfy me for a little longer while I sort my messy life out.
I’ll be sure to take a few snaps and share them with you all. But for now I’m going to try and enjoy my weekend away. Ciao!
Side note: on my flight over a guy was on his phone pretty much the whole time… Like, having a conversation. I didn’t even realise phones worked that high up. Also, if the plane was to crash I would be pointing my fingers at that asshole.