Introduction

Just like any 30 year old would do as we hit that age when our body starts to deteroriate, and our energy starts to dwindle after a short walk, I decided to make a list. A list of things I wanted to do in my lifetime. You could call it a to-do list, or a bucket list, or a quarter-life crisis list, but essentially I made a list. I do understand that for it to be a quarter-life crisis, I would need to live until the ripe old age of 120, but whatever. I’ve always been a fan of lists. I find myself making so many of them. I hardly ever get around to completing anything on them, but I make them all the same. I love a good list. Write a book is the new bullet point on my list. I’ve never thought of myself as a writer, nor do I think of myself as one now. I have so many ideas going through my mind, but more often than not I forgot to activate one idea, and just go on to the next. However, I’m making a start. This is it. I’m well aware that a blog is not a book. I’m a paper queen myself, and refrain from reading any sort of e-book or newspaper articles online. But I think this is the best way to reach as many people as I can. Plus, it’s free! I don’t want to edit myself too much. The excuse being that I would find it more natural and real for the words to just flow from my brain and onto the paper (screen), and allow them to be as jumbled and haphazard as the thoughts in my brain. The real reason is probably because I just don’t feel like it. If I’m going to do anything at all, I would need to make sure it’s enjoyable and without too much effort. So I’ll ramble on and hope you can keep up.

Basically, I’d like to talk about my life thus far. Talk about my experiences, my thoughts, my relationships, my hopes, my struggles etc. I would not be so bold to say I’ve lead an extraordinary life. To many people, it’s probably been quite mediocre so far. That being said, I have probably experienced some things which some people haven’t. I suppose my main defining experience would be living in a different country for almost eight years. Well, many people have done that I hear you say. Then, being gay in a different country for almost eight years. Again, many people have done that I hear you cry. Okay, being gay in Japan for almost eight years. I know that doesn’t seem like a big deal, and it really isn’t. However I have yet to read about the experiences of a gay foreigner living in Japan. I’m sure there are many, many gay foreigners here. A nosey down Shinjuku Ni-Chome is enough to prove that. A quick flick through Grindr would be another. I just haven’t seen anyone write it down yet.

Of course, the whole point of these entries is not to talk about life as a gay foreigner living in Japan. That’s only a tiny part of the story. I want to talk about other things that have shaped my life. My childhood, my teenage years, my hook-ups and break-ups, my inspirations, and my dark days. I want to include little nuggets of wisdom I’ve stolen from inspiring people. I want to explain how it feels to be the only white guy at the back of a Japanese yoga class. I want to share my experiences of standing underneath a waterfall with only a loincloth covering my private area. My story is not life-changing, nor have I known real struggle or pain. But what I hope is that it might be something to have a flick through on your commute to work, or lay on a sunlounger by the pool. Something that you might get a giggle out of, or just a perspective into another way of living life.

Now, are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.