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Jerking off on my webcam set me free and paid my bills.
By: Percy Tears
www.wayyytoohornyyy.com
Percy Tears Bio:
Percy is a sexual creature that shows off on cam, in private video chats, and brags about it on the podcast and magazine WayyyTooHornyyy.
When they take a break from being sexual, they run a small press publishing house and write classical music.
www.wayyytoohornyyy.com
Growing up in a conservative town, I always knew I was different. My interests, mannerisms, and the way I saw the world set me apart from my peers. As I came to terms with my sexuality, I faced the harsh realities of being gay in an unaccepting environment. The journey of self-discovery and acceptance was fraught with challenges, but it also made me resilient and resourceful. I was fortunate to be out in high school but unfortunately I went to several Christian universities for college and participated in the required conversion therapy. Luckily I woke up from that when I met my husband at the age of twenty five.
I had turned to sex work when I was younger before my adventure into conversion therapy, to get by and make a connection with people. I met most of my clients at the local gay all ages venue that allowed anyone sixteen years old and older. You could stay until midnight but then you had to be over eighteen to stay later due to a citywide curfew. And the club would stay open until four am, so when the other bars closed it became the place to be. There wasn’t alcohol but there were a lot of generous older gentlemen and amazing drag queens keeping things in check. Sometimes I miss my days at that wreck room in that small strip mall in Oklahoma, but looking back on it as an adult I see so many red flags. During that time no one was able to stop me from getting into trouble and I was known to peruse craigslist and manhunt for days on end to not only find some attention and to get my rocks off but also some extra spending money.
Fast forward to my time after conversion therapy while living in a big city as I came out was both exhilarating and overwhelming. I finally found a community where I could be myself without fear. However, the cost of living and the financial burden of education were significant challenges. Despite scholarships and part-time jobs, I struggled to make ends meet and struggled to make money on my art. It was during this time that I met a friend who turned me back on to the world of sex work.
Initially, I was hesitant and skeptical about becoming a sex worker again. I had so much trauma from conversion therapy but now I didn’t have the fear of being outed and destroying my social life, education opportunities, and income streams. Maybe I could have some fun and make some money! Plus after coming out I was more sexually charged than I had ever been.
The stigma surrounding the profession and the potential risks felt so daunting. However, my friend, who had been in the industry for a while, provided a different perspective. He spoke about the financial independence, the flexibility, and, surprisingly, the sense of empowerment it could bring. He even showed me some of his filmed content and let me hold the camera for one of his shoots and help with lighting for one of his cam shows.
I decided to hop back in, starting with online platforms and carefully vetting my clients.
The experience was transformative. It wasn’t just about financial stability, though that was a significant factor. It was about reclaiming my body and my sexuality on my own terms. For the first time, I felt in control. I set my boundaries, chose my clients, and dictated the terms of engagement. This sense of agency was something I hadn’t experienced before, and it extended beyond my work, influencing other aspects of my life.
It seriously set me free in a way that even coming out hadn’t done.
I’ll never forget the day I decided to start working again. It was 9:45 PM, and my small studio apartment was dimly lit, casting just enough light for the camera to capture some of the shadows on my face. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax. I had done this before but it had been six months since I did anything like this, and the anxiety never fully goes away. I adjusted the camera angle, ensuring my best sides were visible, and thenI hit the “Go Live” button. And just like that I was camming again.
The familiar sound of the notification bell rang as several people started to join my room.
I smiled, putting on the charm I had learned to perfect.
It’s not just about taking off clothes and pleasuring yourself; it’s about connection, making each viewer feel seen and valued.
I read the chat, responding to greetings and small talk. They asked about my day, and I told them it was uneventful—just another day in the life of an underpaid artist who needs this extra income to make rent.
“Hey guys, tonight I'm going to do something special, ” I said, trying to keep the energy up.
“Requests are half off tonight, and If you tip for a request you can get a discount on a private show!” The tips started rolling in, and I felt a small surge of relief.
It wasn't just about surviving anymore; it was about trying to thrive, to get ahead, even if just a little bit. My followers were generous that night, and as the requests came in, I was really into it. I even remembered to maintain eye contact with the camera, and I even threw in a wink or a suggestive smile when some of the best tippers complimented me.
Hours passed in a blur of conversation and performance. By the end of the night, I was exhausted but satisfied. The tips added up to enough to cover groceries and a bit of my phone bill. I signed off, thanking everyone profusely, and I collapsed back onto my bed.
It’s not glamorous, and it’s not what I imagined I’d be doing at 27, but it’s honest work in its own way. Each night, I put myself out there, offering a piece of myself in exchange for a bit of security. And for now, that’s enough.
Sex work is often viewed through a narrow lens of moral judgment and criminalization.
However, its roots are complex and multifaceted, influenced by socio-economic, cultural, and individual factors.
Sex work is often referred to as the "oldest profession, " with evidence of its existence in ancient civilizations. In ancient Greece and Rome, sex workers held significant social and economic power. They were not just sexual partners but also confidantes and intellectual companions to powerful men. Just look at some of the homoerotic greco roman pottery! Similarly, in many cultures, sacred prostitution was practiced, where sex workers were
considered to hold a religious or spiritual role. I’ve often fantasized about being someone’s spiritual offering.
Despite the empowerment and financial benefits, being a sex worker comes with its own set of challenges. The stigma and criminalization of sex work expose workers to significant risks.
Many face violence, exploitation, and discrimination. The illegality of the profession in many places means that sex workers often lack legal protection and access to health services, making them vulnerable to abuse and health issues.
Societal judgment is another heavy burden. The pervasive stereotypes and moralistic views on sex work can lead to social ostracization and mental health issues. For LGBTQ+ sex workers, the intersectionality of discrimination based on both sexual orientation and profession can be particularly harsh.
One evening, I found myself logging into a circle jerk Zoom room, a place where men gathered for mutual pleasure, and I was hoping to find paying clients.
The first time I joined a couple of my friends who also did sex work said they would join from their respective abodes. I felt a little more safe knowing that someone in the 100 person zoom call had my back. My heart pounded as I entered the meeting ID, my hands trembling slightly. The screen was filled with faces and bodies, each in various states of undress. I forced a confident smile, trying to project an air of casual ease. It wasn’t long before someone noticed me.
"Hey, new guy, " a private chat dinged, directed specifically at me. I browsed for his cam to see a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a warm smile.
"First time here?" he asked. “Yes. ” I typed, feeling a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability. We chatted for a bit, the conversation shifting effortlessly from small talk to more intimate topics. He asked if I was looking for some fun, and I decided to be honest.
"Actually, " I typed, "I’m looking for clients. I do cam shows. If you’re interested, we can take this to a private session. First one is free!" There was a pause, and I feared I’d overstepped. But then he smiled again, a little more knowingly this time.
"Sure, he responded." "Let’s see what you’ve got." We moved to a private call, and I put on the best performance I could muster. It was nerve-wracking yet exhilarating. He was flirtatious, fun, and was even willing to pay some extra for me to push both of our limits a little. When it was over, he paid me generously and promised to call back for more sometime. That night, I realized I could do this—turning a desperate
situation into something manageable, even empowering.
Over time, I built a small but loyal client base. Each session was a step towards reclaiming my sense of control and stability. It wasn’t the life I’d imagined, but it was a lifeline that got me through one of the toughest periods I’d ever faced.
In modern times, the socio-economic drivers behind sex work are varied. Economic hardship is a significant factor. Many individuals turn to sex work due to poverty, lack of education, and limited job opportunities. This is particularly true in developing countries, where sex work may be one of the few viable means of survival.
In more developed countries, the increasing cost of living and the gig economy's instability push individuals towards sex work as a more lucrative option compared to traditional minimum wage jobs.
For LGBTQ+ individuals, the situation can be more dire. Discrimination and exclusion from mainstream employment often leave sex work as one of the few available avenues for financial independence. I have many friends who have crossed this intersection and struggled for years.Cultural attitudes towards sex and sexuality absolutely play a crucial role in the prevalence of sex work. In societies where sex is taboo or heavily regulated, the underground sex work industry often flourishes. Conversely, in cultures with more liberal attitudes towards sex, sex work can be more openly practiced and regulated, providing better safety and working conditions for sex workers. As of April 2024, 10 European countries legalize and regulate sex work: Belgium, Germany, Netherlands, Austria, Switzerland, Luxembourg, Greece, Hungary, Latvia, and Turkey. Belgium became the first European country to decriminalize sex work in June 2022 There is a growing movement advocating for the rights and protection of sex workers. We need more organizations now than ever to argue for the decriminalization and legalization of sex work, emphasizing that such measures would provide better safety, health, and legal protections for workers. Countries where sex work is legalized and regulated provide models showing that decriminalization can lead to improved conditions and reduced stigma. We must pay attention to this and try to work for models like that working in those countries and push our elected leadership to create the same within our own communities.
My journey as a queer person and a sex worker has been a path of self-discovery, empowerment, and resilience. While the world of sex work is fraught with challenges and risks, it also offers a unique avenue for financial independence and personal agency. Understanding the diverse origins and motivations behind sex work is crucial in challenging the stigma and advocating for better protections and rights for sex workers.
Sex work, like any other profession, deserves respect and recognition. The narratives of those who engage in it are diverse and complex, reflecting broader socio-economic and cultural dynamics. By humanizing and understanding these stories, society can move towards a more inclusive and just perspective on sex work and those who engage in it. We can do it. We can band together and create the society we need to be safe and supported in whatever work we decide to undertake
Interview's:
Snailmate’s Sonic Chaos and Queer Truths from Phoenix. - interviewing the Band.
By: Axton N. O. Mitchell
Ohio based trans FTM poet, publisher, spiritual and witchcraft
Snailmate is a Phoenix based duo that refuses to fit into any single genre. Their music fuses synthpunk, grindcore pop, nerd rap, and emotional honesty. Their one of a kind sounds lives at full volume in every track. Boasting more than a thousand live shows, lyricist and synth‑player Kalen Lander (he/him) and drummer and backing vocalist Bentley Monet (he/him) have turned unfiltered creative energy into cathartic, unpredictable work which foregrounds identity and community. This interview explores how the band came together, how they make music, and what drives them forward.
Q: How did Snailmate come together, and what drew each of you to the band’s sound?
A: Snailmate came together when both of our former bands broke up around the same time. Bentley had a small tour booked, so we figured we would throw something together real quick to fill the dates. The sound was just a natural product of Kaleb’s hip hop influences combined with him not really knowing how to play the keyboard. Simple riffs, rapping, and screaming. That’s still the Snailmate formula today.
Q: When writing or performing, how do you approach collaboration in the band?
A: We usually just fuck around with riffs and drum beats until we stumble on something that we both think sounds cool. Then we iterate from there until we have a verse and chorus structure. Once we figure out the basic arrangement of the music we do some basic recordings so Kalen has something to take into his room and write to. Once he writes the lyrics then Kalen has to relearn the song to play the keyboards and sing. Practice it a bazillion times and bam new dumb song.
Q: Which of your songs feels most personal to each of you, and why?
A: All our songs are personal, even the silly ones. Kalen usually writes about his brain and insecurities or his weird little obsessions. But Kalen would say “Donuts in the Rain” is his most personal in the way he confronts his past self and reckons with a person who wasn’t always so good.
Q: Are there any outside influences such as books, films, or other music that shape your sound?
A: Yeah! Kalen is really into cartoons and animation as well as video games and movies. Those things certainly influence us, whether it’s the show Adventure Time or the unforgettable songs from Sonic the Hedgehog and Doom.
Q: How do you balance experimentation with maintaining the core identity of Snailmate?
A: Snailmate is all about fucking around and finding out. We don’t have any training with music or really any sense of theory or composition. Kalen honestly does not even know how to play piano. We just mess around until something sounds good. So there are no rules as to what a Snailmate song should sound like because we don’t really know what we are doing. It’s freeing to not have those constraints but also it’s hard because of the limited toolset we have to work with.
Q: What stands out as a particularly memorable live performance?
A: The first time we played for a massive crowd, Evel Knievel days in Butte, Montana in 2017. We were so nervous and Kalen fucked up a lot but we learned that we were capable of playing at a higher level and we learned that we loved to do it. Been chasing that high ever since.
Q: How do you interact with your fans and what feedback has meant the most to you?
A: We try to have conversations with everyone who comes to our shows if they want. Kalen can be really bad at remembering names and faces but he wants everyone to know how grateful he is that they are supporting our art. So we just try to be a down to earth, approachable people. Kalen is not great at it because he has a lot of anxiety but he does try. People have told us how much our music means to them and we feel so lucky.
Q: What is your take on the current music scene you’re part of and how do you want Snailmate to fit into it?
A: We think there are so many great bands in our scene. We feel like we are respected by the people who know us. Obviously we want more. Kalen selfishly wants to be asked to play all the shows and festivals and he gets sad when we aren’t included. But there are so many bands and everyone deserves their moment. We do wish local promoters would call on us more often but we know we are sometimes hard to fit because of our unique sound.
A: Where do you see the band evolving over the next few years?
Q: We think we need to put more effort into the digital side of things. More songs and videos for the internet and all of that stuff. Touring is our favorite thing ever but it gets harder to do every year. Unfortunately, content is the name of the game these days. We need to evolve into better producers of content. Kill me.
Q: How do themes of queerness or LGBTQ+ experience show up in your music, lyrics, or performances?
A: As queer people with queer friends, it’s just naturally part of all our music. But the louder and prouder we can be, the better. It’s more important now than ever. If Kalen has to be more explicit with his lyrics then he will. We feel like the time for artistic interpretation is over and now we have to be blunt and direct with our message. It’s time to fucking fight.
Snailmate’s music is a riot of energy that somehow makes space for vulnerability, joy, and defiance all at once. Their DIY ethos, honed through relentless touring and unfiltered experimentation, makes them a compelling voice in today’s underground music landscape. On stage, in the studio, and in their community, Kalen and Bentley are crafting music that refuses to be quiet while creating space for listeners who want truth as loud as their synths and drums.
Snailmate isknown for frenetic live shows and a fiercely inclusive fanbase. Their albums include Stress Sandwich and Love in the Microwave and they’ve released many EPs and singles across a wide range of genres. My personal favorite is Masking.
Upcoming Snailmate Shows:
Jan 22nd Kalen’s Bday Party! @ 7pm Tempe, Az
Jan 24th Hotel Monte Vista @7pm Flagstaff, Az
March 6th The Grotto @ 7pm Consequences, NM
March 7th Whiskey Creek Zocalo @ 7pm Arenas. Alley, NM
March 8th Juno @ 7pm Albuquerque, NM
For other dates and more info:
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Interviewing artist Phil Dlab.
By: Quentin Cabinet
Bratislava Boys
This month’s feature artist is Phil Dlab. His all things bared photos of the local guys in Bratislava will leave you wanting for more and more! I had the opportunity to chat with him about his work and this is what he had to say in
this exclusive interview for Gay Hive:
Quentin: You are originally from Slovakia and grew up in Canada. Can you tell us more about this unique mix?
Phil: I was born in Bratislava, Slovakia (back when it was still Czechoslovakia) and moved to Canada in 1985. I grew up in Ottawa and worked in TV as an editor and cameraman. In 1998, I moved to Toronto to study literature at the University of Toronto. I returned to Bratislava in 2010 after 24 years in Canada, launching my photography business and starting my first photoshoots in 2018.
Quentin: Bratislava is also home to a famous gay porn label. Did their films
Phil: When I was a freshly out teen in Ottawa, a close friend lent me a couple of BelAmi tapes, and I was blown away by their production quality and almost-too-perfect models. In the early-to-mid-’90s, BelAmi was ahead of its time, raising the bar for gay adult content. However, their very polished style felt artificial to me, which didn’t resonate with my vision. Instead, I found far more inspiration in the earlier raw, unpolished work of Bob Mizer and his Athletic Model Guild in Los Angeles. Mizer’s simple, authentic approach to capturing male nudity—often with a playful, vintage charm—aligned with my goal to photograph everyday guys in natural, unstaged moments. While BelAmi showed me what high production could look like, Mizer’s influence shaped my focus on genuine, unfiltered masculinity in my “Nothing to Hide” series.
Quentin: The Slovakian guys you photograph all exude a relaxed and natural confidence, which is super sexy, and there are so many. How do you find these models for your shoots?
Phil: Finding authentic guys to pose nude—those who aren’t professional models, exhibitionists, influencers, or OnlyFans performers—requires a lot of trial and error rather than a structured process. I immerse myself in their world, often through sports like Street Workout and Parkour, where I connect with athletic, unselfconscious guys who embody the natural confidence I aim to capture. Building trust is key, so I take time to befriend them, meeting face-to-face to foster genuine connections, as familiarity makes them more open to nude photography. Networking is crucial; I started with friends and their contacts in Slovakia’s athletic communities, which gave me a head start, but I’ve since expanded to approaching new faces. I focus on being a “perpetual tourist,” wandering Slovakia’s streets, small towns, and beyond, engaging in conversations and subtly introducing my work. This patient, tortoise-like approach is challenging—recruiting takes 90% of my energy— but when I find these guys, they’re treasures, reaffirming the time well spent, as seen in the vibrant, confident models of my photos.
Quentin: You are a master at capturing the perfect moment with your camera. These guys in your pics are doing everyday things, and you transform it into a sensual work of art. Do you plan it in advance, or does this process happen organically?
Phil: It’s a balance of planning and staying open to spontaneous, unexpected moments. Rather than striving to create perfection, I often find myself “walking in on perfection” and just need to react quickly to capture it. My philosophy is that men are most beautiful when they’re being themselves, naturally finding their most comfortable poses, which is when they’re sexiest. My best shots happen when the guys forget I’m there, lost in their own actions, like showering or walking in nature.
Quentin: Black & white or colour for the pics? Both are so captivating in their own unique way. How do you choose?
Phil: Color adds complexity to an image, but I often shoot with black-and- white previews to focus on the essence without distraction. It helps me intuitively grasp the moment’s core during a shoot. When editing, I rely on gut feeling to decide which photos shine in color or black-and-white, a choice that gets harder the longer I look. Black-and-white, as noted in
reviews of Nothing to Hide 3, captures raw emotion and form, while color brings out the vibrancy of Slovakia’s landscapes or skin tones. There’s no strict rule—it’s about what feels right for each image’s story, balancing the poetic simplicity of monochrome with the lively energy of color.
Quentin: The images give the illusion of both simplicity and nonchalance, which is completely captivating. This is the WOW factor of your work! What would you say is the force behind this?
Phil: I find that the majority of content we see daily, whether it's made professionally or by amateurs, is overengineered, likely because everyone is competing for attention. It becomes overwhelming and even irritating. My approach is a form of rebellion to this. I focus on authentic, unposed moments that let guys be themselves—whether running in a field or lounging naturally. I aim to capture the raw essence of masculinity without glamour or pretense. This “new vintage” aesthetic, paired with my belief that nudity is humanizing, creates that effortless, captivating wow factor.
Quentin: You just released your third book in the series, Nothing to Hide. Is this an ongoing project, and what makes this new book different from the first two?
Phil: Yes, Nothing to Hide is an ongoing project with my publisher, Salzgeber. Currently, we’re designing the fourth book, aiming for a 2026 release. Nothing to Hide 3, from 2024, introduces new faces and moments, while building on the athletic, carefree energy of the first two. What’s exciting is revealing more of my favorite photographs I’ve been eager to share, though choosing which to include is painful—like picking favorite children. The challenge lies in curating a selection that captures the series’ essence while showcasing fresh, vibrant energy.
Quentin: Did you shoot any photos of the hot guys in Canada while you were there?
Phil: Absolutely, but not to the extent I’ve succeeded in photographing them in Slovakia. I’ve always loved taking pictures of guys, capturing as many as I felt I could “permit” myself to ever since getting my first camera at age ten.
The “magic” that makes it more possible in Slovakia is that people here experience freedom in a more vivid, conscious, and appreciative way than those in the West, who are perceived to have been free all their lives and may take it for granted. People whose lives have been constrained become “more alive” once set free. Moving to Slovakia in 2010 was the most euphoric and liberating experience of my life, opening new possibilities and helping me come out of my shell to try bold, brave things.
Quentin: I heard that you also shoot videos too. How do we get to see these? And any plans to expand your own label?
Phil: It’s hard to believe I launched my site Bodytorium.com over six years ago, creating male content ever since, yet I feel I’ve only scratched the surface. My videos, like my photos, capture authentic, unposed moments of guys being themselves, where subscribers can access my full archive. I don’t follow trends and I’m committed to my standalone platform for its creative control. Looking ahead, I plan to expand with more books, additional websites, and new platforms.
Quentin: What’s next up on your projects to-do list?
Phil: I hope to continue my “Young Men from Slovakia” theme while expanding geographically, starting with the rest of Europe and eventually to South America. I’m also eager to build a proper studio in Bratislava to expand creative possibilities.
See more of Phil’s work at:
instagram.com/phildlab
or on his website: bodytorium.com
Quentinscabinet for Gay Hive magazine
Designing Homes for Living, Not for Applause
By: Daniel Cayer (he/him/his)
Daniel Cayer Interiors
Toronto, Ontario
As a decorator, I’ve watched the way we design homes evolve—sometimes thoughtfully, sometimes theatrically. These days, many projects begin with a scroll, a save, and a declaration of “I love this.” And while I appreciate a strong reference as much as anyone, a home deserves more than a greatest-hits album of someone else’s life.
Social media has made design wonderfully accessible. People are visually smarter, more aware, and far more opinionated—and I mean that as a compliment. But somewhere along the way, interiors started auditioning. Rooms are styled for the grid, furniture is chosen for its angles, and personality is quietly escorted out the side door in favour of what photographs best under a ring light.
We’ve begun designing for applause.
The camera, as it turns out, has very specific taste. It loves neutrals. It loves symmetry. It loves restraint that borders on self-denial. And when those preferences are followed too closely, homes begin to look eerily alike—beautiful, yes, but with all the emotional range of a showroom.
When I start a project, I don’t ask what’s trending. I ask how you live. Do you host lavish dinners or intimate cocktails? Do you cook every night or mostly order in? Are mornings slow or chaotic? These details matter far more than whether a sofa has gone viral. A home should support your life, not perform it.
Because a home is not a photograph—it’s a sequence. It’s light shifting throughout the day. It’s the chair everyone fights over after dessert. It’s the quiet satisfaction of a lamp placed exactly where it needs to be. These are the moments that define good design, and they rarely trend.
There’s also something deliciously subversive about allowing a home to reflect who you truly are. For many of us in the LGBT + community, home has long been a sanctuary—a place where taste, confidence, and self-expression didn’t need to be explained. That history lives on in interiors that aren’t afraid of contrast, character, or a touch of drama.
And let’s be clear: drama is not the enemy of good taste.
Bad proportions are.
I believe good design has confidence. It knows when to whisper and when to flirt. A room can be elegant without being timid. It can be playful without being precious. Not everything needs to behave—and not everything needs to match.
Social media often encourages imitation instead of interpretation. A finished room is presented as a formula, when in reality, design is about context. Architecture matters. Scale matters. Lifestyle matters. What works beautifully in one home may feel completely wrong in another. My role is to translate inspiration into something personal, livable, and lasting.
The most successful interiors I’ve worked on are layered, not perfect. They mix old with new, polished with worn, seriousness with humour. They feel collected over time, not styled in an afternoon. They tell a story—and occasionally, they tell a joke.
Longevity has always been my focus. Trends come and go, but proportion, quality, and intention never lose relevance. I think about how spaces will feel years from now—how they’ll age, soften, and continue to support the people living in them.
There’s real freedom in designing a home that prioritizes comfort and pleasure over performance. In choosing colour because it makes you happy. In selecting pieces that invite people to sit, stay, and linger. A home should make everyday life feel easier—and a little more fabulous.
At the end of the day, I’m not interested in designing rooms for likes.
I’m interested in designing homes that hold real life—quiet mornings, loud dinners, and the occasional very good party.
Because the most memorable spaces aren’t chasing attention.
They’re confident, layered, and entirely comfortable being themselves.
Daniel Cayer
647-290-7361
Interior Design Studio
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Ottoafixiation
By: Otto Trujillo
Metaphysic. Body tantric. Spiritual Magic. Writer.
Reader. Bleeder & multiprocessor. True believer
How did I get here?, I'm a well educated Italian man from Brooklyn. An Art major with a massive...creative kinky side but who doesn't its the late 70's. It started at this party that was down on the east side. A shadey area but that's how I like it, I'm a Leather guy in full Military attire. Always ready for a rumble and a tumble in the sack. Deep deep down inside I have craved a true one on one love life affair. I'm alone mostly except for sales and gallery shows with my art projects work and think how great it would be if I had a lifetime companion. To share this with and grow old together as they say in the straight world. Bodybuilding became a serious time stealer from last relationships. I weigh close to 300 pounds with size 15 shoe size. In steel-toe boots. As far back as I can remember my biggest fetish is men in uniforms, that's when I knew I was queer. Queer is kinky. Any kind of uniform you could think of, a UPS man!? Come deliver those goods. Here I am all in black jizzed shined boots. This was a private party invite meaning it was for my eyes only. Hey, whys that !!!??...
A knock at the door with no windows on this three bedroom Victorian house. Looks very old almost like grandmas house. Is this place even open? Intercom over head with computerized voice speaks; "Password?" Ah I don't know it. "Yes you do check your left back pocket of your tight ass levi jeans. Your full name is Otto Ercolano. You're single with no pets. That includes the 9.5" penis in your pants . You're also an only child with emerald green eyes... "Hmm what yes OK here it is, the password is " Hercules ". 'Yes come in'. The door handle was a giant curved cut cock and balls. Happy New Year banners were down the long hall only lite by floor lighting. Black and gold. What seemed 100 yard ended with an elevator. In I went and down it went. The elevator had no buttons with the usual floor number. But a unusual green glow would pass each floor, it must have been hundred doors down until finally stopped. Before the doors opened, A spray of orange flavored mist came down. I thought, that's a fun strange way to add poppers to the party. An automated voice above says , "Welcome you've accessed the Hercules Experience."
Double sliding doors open. The room goes into a blinding white light. I bink and I'm back in my bedroom waking up like a summer morning rooster. Naked and alone I'm home??? hmmm slightly disappointed but completely off guard. I'm no blackout drunk like a few fuckups at the bar. I realize I'm not hungover or bruised or beaten. I try to stand but a pillow is stuck between my legs. The black silk bed flatsheet was caped over my crotch. I flung the bedsheet over like flipping a whip. To my horror his pillow was no pillow between my legs it was my cock, a much larger cock, but the size of a elephant truck!! What why why is this?!? How the fuck?! I sat up instantly. Do I dare touch it? Is it real? Its my cock alright its connected with hairy pubes, balls and all. The huge shiny heart shaped head is the size of a potatoe, and what's with this giant huge fuckhole pisshole!!!? Here I am sitting on the edge of the bed, "it" was landing on my foot comfortably as if taking a nap. Do I dare wake this beast?! It is me. Fuck that party! That's right! I went to this party....!! I yell so loud it wakes up.
In a heartbeat it shook like a dog. The curious massive mushroomhead looked at me. A river of thick precum covered its jaws and flung itself in my mouth. Gulp gulp it was pissing down my throat. With both hands I grab it. With everything it wouldn't budge. I swallowed again. It went deeper. I swallowed again. It was done. No not yet. It threw my bareass back flat on the bed. Now I was wide awake. Then I recognized the tickling burning sensation between my legs was because of my stretched out mouth gulping and gulping. I was selfsucking like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't stop. Minutes into it I was overwhelmed with a massive convulsion of electric orgasmic thrusts. Then what felt like thick mucus went down my throat. It was a familiar taste. I wrestled again with my cock, it dislodged. I can breath, hew good. Catching my breath. I covered my mouth and wanted to run but couldn't get up. The third leg, the Cockzilla pushed me over on my back and held me down with its thick long snake like shaft. I blacked out. I feel it from behind thrusting my ass, slimmy as fuck its deep in me now. It waves in and in out selffucking to the max!! Its in my ass hell no!!! I'm the fisting top here Butch bitch Let ME Go Now!!!! Then what I thought was thrusting was not. I was lifted by my strong asshole then thrown down moustache face first. U like. I go deeper! I heard those words in my head. Do as I say and everything will be just as you wanted. Hmmm what!!! as just as I wanted?!?
As fast as happened it was over. I lay there on my stomach bleeding from my ass and mouth-lips swollen like some blow up fuckin' doll. Its an mythological monster cock some apocalyptic weapon appendage. Then it began to slither and shrink to a fat 12' cock. The shaft skin shrank down cuddling the massive mushroom suction shaped snozzle hole. From my point of view it looked relaxed. If this thing eats face and ass how often must it, will it feed? How often do I usually get horny? Or shoot a load at home rammin' ass or getting blown? Well definitely horny every day! And I nut as often as a guy in the chaotic congested world can. So at this rate I hope I make it to lunch time. I don't remember asking for this but I'll have to live with "IT" unless this curse is lifted. Fast!! Good thing I work from home. I been doing a calendar type artwork series of paintings of the alien abduction I encountered seven years ago. I used to be a completetive pro bodybuilder but one night after those bright lights from above came down and took me. I had dream after dream and could only paint these insane images. The paints are obscure and unformaitable to the eye. It's all subconscious therefore subliminal, I don't understand what I'm painting. Somehow my massive built can at least in public comparatively match up to hide this giant Cockitis. A pair of extra large baggy baggy pants will have to do. I dare not touch it. I might set it off.
Flesh of my flesh and bone of my giant boner. I can't let this thing feed off me anymore. I'm gonna sue the bastards who did this to me. I've been to bdsm parties before but what the, biochemically altered fuck was that!! OK get a grip, literally! If it really is a part of me I must cope with this massive dick rope. But how it weights fifteen pounds flaccid!!!??
The day had passed to dusk. I took a walk out to my neighborhood convinent store. Streetlights pop on. Time to watch your back out here in the 'hood. At the 'In and out' I got the microwavable philly cheesesteak sandwich. Walking out I had a sudden stomach pain. I stepped around the corner, the guy hit me so fast I didn't see nothing but the whites of his eyes. His skateboard flew and I hit the ground next to his bloody nose. Next thing I knew I was thrown over the guy grabbed him rolled him with my thighs. Up the stretch baggy pants the octopus thing came out and jammed directly in his mouth. I dare not scream. I can't. I'm fornicated frozen. My cock is getting its fix. Hidden from safety behind the store it fed mouth first then crawled up his tall skinny muscle ass. The guy was unconscious. Maybe even dead. Fuck no he's not moving. Jizzed covered hose cock truck with a mix of blood...Wait ahhh no ahhh ahhh ahhh it clawed up my way. My own fuckin cock slowly caressing my face then wiping its plasmatic piss hole on my mouth like a lovers kiss thank you for the snack.
Why me?!? For days now its been quiet. Now maybe I should just get an axe and with one hard smack chop it off!?? No I can't I'll bleed out. Not only that what if when I cut it off and it multiplies into million baby cock weiner worms that attack New York city. Fuck! My mind can't stay straight for too much longer. I been doing crossword puzzles and ice baths. I had to stop pumping iron because it always gets my blood boiling for a good set of lips or hot hole. My cock has never had a complaint. I haven't thought of it (sex) until now. Tonight it will feed. Name that bar! I live near four gay bars on in this one mile area. Five if you count the hamburger joint that has gay drag shows weekly. I heard and feel a rumble in my crotch like happy hour is going to have work. Later in the year it gets dark here early.
A nice dark dive bar was always was my place for a quick hook up. This bar is the two drink drunk zone. 80% liquor with a splash of soda on top for color. Other bars weren't so gracious. Regulars came and went but there's was always someone new coming in from out of town wanting a taste of the kinky side of life. We didn't discriminate but you gotta look the part on certain dress theme nights. Such as Waterworks night. Jock's in jocks night. Construction worker night. Red hanky Night was my favorite. Like clockwork cockwork. There's one. The guy in the corner alone is ten sheets to the wind. 'Hey man how's your night. Where you from?'...Small talk and let's go fuck. More like 'can I help you walk to your taxi outside?'
'Hey man let's go this way I'm a block away looks like you need a bite to eat. I know I do'. Down the street off the main strip now in residential brownstone street lights far from each mid block, the beast in my crotch rose up and like lighting struck the drunk with the fat mushroom head. With pure precision the platypus penis pounded and pounded his fuckface. I felt stronger similar to orgasmic. In a choking moan I released it then IT went for the rearend like it was just warming up.
Fuck now I'm actually liking this but I hate that I have no control. Who wouldn't want a twenty pound cock the size of a 26 inch body builder arm, pounding you until your orgasmically dead. I survived the biggest selfsuck and selffuck ever and now I'm whipping this thing around. Once it's done feeding I can think normally. Once it shoots it gallon load all it can, it let's me do my own thing. I remember being a teenage and trying suck my own cock. I knew it was long enough and I was limber from gymnastics at age 10 to 17. By age 15 I was sucking my own cock and balls weekly. I measured it at eight point five inches. And thought this was normal until gym class showers. I learned most were smaller and a few were almost as big but not with my thickness. It was never a burden or a sideshow. I grew up knowing who was my type. Because they literally men would walk up ask me if the bulge in my levi's was real? If so, to use them. In the grocery store, on the street. At the gym. At mass on Sunday morning. Straight or gay. I have no labels because my cock does not.
Day 69 and 27 victims venomous attacks later. I wake in the middle of night. Street lights piercing through my first floor apartment windows. A tall shadow appeared. You are my host. It is time. There is more of us. We were sent here on the call of everyone wanting big cock. We are from the Cocktoneian colony that is located in outerspace around and deep inside the core of Uranus.The Penis is our king its been in control for centuries. Its power has taken your world on a wrong course. The party you attended. The building you entered was our gaint spaceship and you were abducted. If do not accept this union, we both will parish. It is our nature as an alien race to respect our hosts wish to evolve or not. To evolve is to know there's more to life than the everlasting penis. The penis is a protector of souls. It has a life of its own and should not be poisoned with the unknowns.
Somehow I faded back to sleep and awake I think...it's the crack of dawn. An orange sunbeam with hints of blue mask the massive cock creature. Sowly every so slowly closer to the torso it rose up, it stank of blood and piss. First the muscular bare stomach, then the beefy bare chest, a hiss. The serpent my cock since sixth grade. Stood standing there before my beating neck almost as if it was a second thought to say goodbye. Further it went up, it wiped face clean then it wrapped around my neck. Tighter and tighter it was killing us... I said , It is Done!!... All the others have to do is say they won't be taken over. The room went in a blinding white light.
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Gay Men 50+
Michael Shawn Sanders
About Michael Shawn Sanders
Born and raised in Chicago with just a hint of West TN.
My name is Michael Shawn Sanders. I am born and raised in Chicago with just a hint of west TN.
I am 58 years old, gay, sober, Christian -Buddhist. Currently I am involved in a couple of non for profits and working on a career in VO acting.
This is my first attempt at writing for any formal platform so, bare with me.
I feel like I am in a perpetual state of Deja Vu! Being Gen X I have seen some things, done some things, and regret little to no things. As I navigate social media, the Tik Toks, Reels, and Shorts. I am struck by one thought; "have I done this all before? ".
As a kid I obsessed with Barbie, dressing up and putting on shows , of course only for myself as I am an only child and in adolescence was very isolated. So I did what I liked . I dressed up and pretended to be Cher, Dolly Parton and KIZZ. I lip sync and made up my own words, my own dances. When the movie "Grease" was released, I played every character in my room for all my stuffed animals. They loved me and I was a star.
Then make overs for everyone. My stuffed animals, dolls ( hidden away of course) because you know we wouldn't want folks to feel uncomfortable. Smile. Then came the Barbie heads, my cousins, my grandmother , who was no small feat as she was a Southern Pentacost lady and that was a lotta hair.
Next it was my mother.
Also I was so drawn to tattoos and earrings, back then only motorcycle gangs or old sailors had tattoos and earrings. Maybe that random "other side of tracks" person but it was not the norm for sure.
In 1980 I saw a Phil Donahue show (just Google it) with the Cast of The Baton , CHICAGO'S Top of the Nation review ( Drag show) is how it used to be billed. When I saw Legend Chilli Pepper for the first time , I knew that this was to be my life.
For those who don't know, The Miss Continental contest was created for Chilli Pepper by the owner of The Baton, Jim Flint. So that Chilli Pepper could have a crown and title. You may have heard little something about it all on RuPaul Drag Race.
Fast-forward to my 33 year old self, I am working as a wig master and makeup artist on Broadway and at Saturday Night Live simultaneously and living my best big gay life
I remember my partner and I trying so hard to document everything with film camera and Polaroid. With scraps of memorabilia and autographed everything. Ultimately it just never looked as fabulous as it actually was, in pictures. We tattooed and pierced, we bounced from trend to trend and scene to scene. It was Fabulous!!! We were really successful good gays.
These days when I look around at people, places and things. At content and what drives folks their passions and music. How people look, I mean is there any spot at all left to tattoo or pierce? Is there any cross over genre trend language music lip sync makeup over ah ha moment left?
And then I am profoundly stumped! WAIT!! a gosh darn Madonna lovin minute.
If we can create our own story, our own reality . Then did I create this one? Even with all its hardships and dramas and ole nastys ( you know who you are) .... Did I, Michael Shawn Sanders create THIS reality, THIS timeline?
Hmmmmm.....after some refection all I can say is.....
You're Welcome!!! 🤗
Bio: B. Alan Bourgeois
B. Alan Bourgeois is a Texas-based author, museum founder, and author advocate focused on building community-driven programs that connect writers and readers and preserve literary heritage. He is the visionary behind the Texas Authors Museum & Institute of History, a nonprofit cultural project supporting authors through events, education, promotion, and career resources. In 2023, he coined the term “Grand Daddy” in his romance novella Meeting My Grand Daddy, launching Grand Daddy Life—a platform celebrating gay men over 55 as visible, valuable, and still evolving, while welcoming younger gay men to learn from elders and build their own future with intention. Through Grand Daddy Life, Bourgeois shares practical and inspiring guidance on health, confidence, dating, purpose, community, and legacy, grounded in the belief that aging isn’t an ending—it’s an arrival.
Grand Daddy Life: The Second Half Isn’t the “After”—It’s the Main Event
In 2023 I coined the term Grand Daddy when I wrote a short story, “Meeting My Grand Daddy,” a romance novella. It wasn’t meant as a joke, a fetish label, or a trendy age tag.
It was meant as a correction. Because somewhere along the way, a quiet lie became common “truth” in gay culture: that gay men over 55 are “done.” Done being desired. Done being seen. Done being relevant. Done being part of the conversation unless they’re donating money, giving advice nobody asked for, or fading politely into the background.
Grand Daddy Life exists to call that lie what it is: lazy, damaging, and untrue.
A Grand Daddy isn’t simply a gay man over 55. A Grand Daddy is a man who is living—or fighting to live—a Grand life. He may be a top, a bottom, verse, or not interested in labels at all. That’s not the point. The point is this: he’s still here, still growing, still learning, still craving connection, and still carrying something that can’t be downloaded—earned experience.
Many of us are former daddies. Some of us were never fathers in the traditional sense, but we’ve been “daddy” in the way that matters: protector, provider, teacher, lover, survivor, mentor, friend. We don’t feel old because we aren’t old in the way people mean it. We have mileage, yes—but also strength. We have stories. We have scars. And we have context.
The Grand Daddy Reality: We’re Aging… and Not Dying
There’s a piece of this identity I didn’t fully understand at first: gay men turning older and not dying.
That sentence hits different if you lived through the years when you expected to die. If you came of age during AIDS/HIV—or even in its long shadow—you know what it did to the imagination. It didn’t just take bodies. It stole the future. For many gay men, “getting old” wasn’t a plan. It wasn’t even an option. It was something you didn’t dare visualize too clearly.
So now we’re here—still kicking, still building, still horny, still tender, still complicated.
Still giving hell when needed. And also, if we’re honest, still learning how to live in a world where we didn’t expect to last this long.
That’s not weakness. That’s uncharted territory.
Grand Daddy Life was born out of that territory: the realization that we need language, community, and practical tools for a stage of life we were never promised.
Why Grand Daddy Life Matters Now Gay culture has always had a complicated relationship with age. We celebrate youth like it’s a moral achievement. We reward smooth skin and silence the rest. We pretend “maturity” is sexy only when it comes packaged as wealth, status, or a porn archetype.
But real life doesn’t work that way.
Aging brings gifts—confidence, discernment, emotional accuracy—but it also brings real issues that don’t get enough daylight:
Dating in a youth-driven marketplace
Loneliness that doesn’t always look like loneliness
Health changes, body changes, energy changes
Grief and survivor’s guilt
The sting of invisibility
Money fears, housing fears, retirement uncertainty
The question that creeps in at night: “Do I still matter?”
Grand Daddy Life is my answer: yes, you matter—and not in some sentimental Hallmark way. You matter because you are a living archive of what it cost to get here, and you are proof that the story doesn’t end at 55.
Dating Younger Men: Reality, Not Fantasy
Let’s talk about it, because pretending we don’t is ridiculous.
Dating younger men has increased, and not just because of “daddy” culture. There are real reasons:
Younger men often admire confidence and stability.
Some are craving mentorship, whether they admit it or not.
Some are turned on by experience, presence, and emotional steadiness.
And yes—some are chasing resources, validation, or a storyline.
Grand Daddy Life isn’t here to shame anybody for who they love or who they desire. It’s here to tell the truth: intergenerational dating can be beautiful, and it can also be predatory—on either side—if you don’t have clarity.
The Grand Daddy advantage is that we can bring clarity. Not control. Not manipulation.
Not “I know better.” Clarity.
Clarity looks like:
Knowing what you want beyond sex
Being honest about what you can offer
Refusing to buy love with money, gifts, or self-abandonment
Setting standards without becoming cynical
Staying open without becoming naïve
If you’re a Grand Daddy, your job isn’t to compete with younger men. Your job is to own
your lane—because your lane has power.
The Core of the Grand Daddy Identity: Grandness “Grand” doesn’t mean perfect. It doesn’t mean rich. It doesn’t mean always confident.
Grand means:
You refuse to shrink
You don’t apologize for your age
You keep evolving—physically, emotionally, spiritually
You become more you, not less you
You stop negotiating your worth
Grand Daddy Life is about living on purpose, not just surviving with decent cholesterol numbers.
That includes:
1) Body: Strength, Longevity, Pleasure
Your body isn’t a billboard. It’s your home.
Grand Daddy Life pushes a realistic mindset: you don’t need to chase 25—you need to build your strongest, healthiest version now. Mobility. Libido. Heart health. Mental sharpness. Energy. Posture. Sleep. Hydration. Routine. Not as punishment—as freedom.
And yes: pleasure belongs here too. A Grand Daddy doesn’t age out of being sensual. If anything, pleasure gets better when you stop performing and start inhabiting your body.
2) Mind: Confidence Without Armor
A lot of older gay men have mastered survival. That’s not the same as peace.
Grand Daddy Life asks hard questions:
Where are you still performing to be loved?
Where are you still ashamed?
Where are you still chasing validation you should be giving yourself?
What would your life look like if you stopped asking permission?
Confidence isn’t being loud. Confidence is being steady.
3) Spirit: Meaning, Legacy, and Joy Call it spirit, purpose, or the deeper part of you that refuses to die—every Grand Daddy has it.
This phase of life invites a different kind of power: the power of legacy. Not legacy as fame. Legacy as impact.
Who are you lifting?
Who are you mentoring?
What truth are you modeling simply by existing out loud?
What kind of gay elder are you becoming?
Grand Daddy Life is built on a simple principle: we step aside when it’s time—but we never disappear. Stepping aside means making room. It means letting younger men lead their fights. But disappearing? No we are not background characters in the story we helped keep alive.
A Program, a Movement, a Mirror So I did what any creative gay man would do: I created Grand Daddy Life—a program where I share thoughts and ideas from various sources to give Grand Daddies a better chance at living healthier, longer, and more enjoyable lives. But it’s bigger than tips.
Grand Daddy Life is a mirror held up to gay men who’ve been told they’re past their prime—so they can finally see what’s true:
You are not “too old.”
You are not “less than.”
You are not irrelevant.
You are not invisible—unless you agree to be.
And if you’ve ever felt written off, the answer isn’t to beg your way back into the room.
The answer is to build a room so powerful people come looking for you.
The Door Is Open: Every Age Is Welcome Here
And here’s the part people need to understand: Grand Daddy Life isn’t a private club for men over 55. It’s a living bridge—and any age is welcome to walk across it.
If you’re in your 20s, 30s, or 40s, you don’t have to wait until life knocks you flat to start learning what matters. You can learn now—from men who’ve already lived through the seasons you’re just entering. Men who’ve watched trends rise and collapse. Men who’ve outlived eras that once tried to erase us. Men who’ve learned, often the hard way, what lasts.
This isn’t about worshiping elders or romanticizing the past. It’s about getting real about the future.
Because whether you like it or not, if you’re lucky, you’re going to become an older gay man. And the best time to set up that future isn’t at 55—it’s right now.
Grand Daddy Life welcomes younger men who want to build a future that doesn’t rely on luck or denial:
Health that holds up (not just a look, but stamina, mobility, and strength)
Finances that don’t terrify you later
Friendships that survive life changes
Emotional skills that deepen love instead of sabotaging it
A sense of purpose that doesn’t disappear when your looks shift or your
career changes And just as important: Grand Daddy Life invites younger men to help end one of the most damaging habits in gay culture—throwing elders away. When younger men connect with older men outside of stereotype, everybody wins. The younger get wisdom without the bruises. The elders get community without having to audition for relevance.
And the whole culture becomes healthier, calmer, and more human.
So yes—Grand Daddies, this is your space. Your voice matters here.
But if you’re younger and you’re reading this, consider this your invitation too:
Come learn. Come listen. Come ask questions. Come build your future elder life on purpose—so when your time comes, you don’t fear aging.
You own it.
You can find Grand Daddy Life on the following social media channels:
TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@granddaddylife
Threads: https://www.threads.com/@granddaddylife
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/granddaddylife/
Twitter/X: https://x.com/GayGrandDaddy
Currently no website or Facebook
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Steve Bennet
After getting sober in May 2021, I replaced alcohol with sweets. By the fall of 2023 I was over 300lbs and on multiple medications to manage my obesity, but I was finally ready to make another big lifestyle shift. I began working out and eating right, and since then I’ve lost over 100lbs, while gaining muscle and confidence. I began personal training in the winter of 2024 to help other LGBTQ and gym-shy individuals see similar results, while continuing my own journey of self-love and acceptance by sharing my experiences (and selfies) with others.
My contact information is:
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Facebook: https://facebook.com/steven.bennet.90
E-mail: sbk3515@gmail.com
All About Axton and Poeaxtry_
My Lens and My Story
I do not know many men who can honestly say they have lived lesbian experiences, and not in the creepy straight cis man calling himself a lesbian way. Over half my life was spent as a queer woman in some form. My first queer identity was as a bisexual teen. Long before I had the language for what I was feeling, I moved through the world shaped by female experiences, before I could even see the man in myself.
Those early years built the foundation of how I navigate life now. I spent a brief period identifying as androgynous or non- binary. Then thirteen years ago I started openly living as a transgender man.
During all this I have been read as female and male, as cis and trans, as straight and gay. Each shift offered a different vantage point, a different lesson, a different way of being seen or unseen. Most people never hold all of those perspectives at once. Growing up in rural West Virginia added its own layer to that complexity.
Why I Am Here
When I first came across Gay Hive Magazine, back when it was still Hush Magazine, I immediately knew I wanted to be part of their team. Their open interview invitation on Facebook post felt less like a call for submissions and more like a doorway into a space I already recognized.
Advocacy, community care, and uplifting marginalized voices have always been central to my work. Partnering with a publication that centers communities I belong to is not just fitting, it is necessary. It allows me to bring my lived experience into a space built for collective growth.
The Roadmap: What I Bring
My work blends advocacy, poetry, interviews, and community resources into one interconnected mission. I write protest driven, emotionally layered poetry, and while not everything I create follows that tone, much of what I share through Poeaxtry is rooted in LGBTQ+ and minority experiences. Essays and reflections grounded in lived truth, grief, resilience, and community care also find a home here.
I spotlight LGBTQ+ creators, small businesses, and community organizations. Through conversations that uplift hidden gems, unsung voices, queer joy, safe spaces, and community stories. I curate practical resources for queer creatives. This includes tools, platforms, opportunities, and support for life transitions, surgery care, coming out, and navigating identity. Alongside this, I offer current event breakdowns and community specific insights to help readers stay informed and supported. Everything I create is meant to serve, to connect, and to make the path a little clearer for someone else.
My Mission in Action
My mission extends far beyond the page. I build spaces designed to curate community through care, offering publishing, editing, and formatting services for minority solo creators. I run a quarterly resource driven zine, provide submission opportunities, and host both virtual and local open mics. My creative communities online are built with intention, shaped by the belief that growth should be shared. I am working to reshape publishing from the ground up and to create platforms for voices that are usually silenced, sidelined, or spoken for. All my services are free for minorities because access should never be the barrier that stops someone from telling their story.
Self Interview Highlights
Q: What drives your work?
A: Love, advocacy, and holding space for voices often ignored. My lived experience, grief, LGBTQ+ life, immigrants, politics, and the pulse of current events.
Q: How do you choose your topics?
A: By creating what I feel when I feel it, listening to the world around me, and following the natural ebb of my emotions and experiences.
Q: Where can readers find you?
A: Poeaxtry’s Links page, social media, and stores, all in one place.
Now I Want to Hear From You
What resources, creators, or topics matter most to you?
What type of interviews would you like to see here?
Where do you see gaps in support or representation?
Email your ideas, opinions, and suggestions to poeaxtry@gmail.com.
Your voice shapes this space as much as mine.
A Little Bit About the Author
Axton N. O. Mitchell is a Scorpio and an Ohio based trans FTM poet, publisher, spiritual and witchcraft teacher, hiker, rockhound, lapidary artist, and advocate. His work is known for emotional depth and survival coded truth. Through Poeaxtry and The Prism, he curates, publishes, and uplifts minority voices, blending poetry, craft, and community.
Explore his work and resources through
https://poeaxtry-link.my.canva.site/
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