not like other people

Nothing makes me feel less like an outsider than my Instagram feed. A large, large percentage of my Instagram feed are my friends and people I work with and people I actually know. I marvel at the world that they see and capture on photographs. It interests me how they see themselves and they see…Read more not like other people


I Met a Stranger in Barrio Alto (Team magazine)

Team magazine's Editor-in-Chief (and my good friend), Paolo Lorenzana, told me a few months ago that the sixth issue of Team magazine would be about travel. He wanted a travel story, a gay perspective on traveling, and if I had any story that I wanted to share, I should send him something. I had been…Read more I Met a Stranger in Barrio Alto (Team magazine)

keeping in touch

I have family and friends scattered all over the world and I would like to think I do pretty good job in keeping in touch with them through apps like WhatsApp, Viber, and Skype and through various social media like Instagram and Facebook. As I got older, I discovered that friendship is not about proximity…Read more keeping in touch

beneath the London plane trees

My last few days in Lisbon and I had to go to Belem to take a photo of the Monument to the Discoveries and the pastry shop Pasteis de Belem. I then took the E15 modern tram back into the city and found myself walking up to Prinsipe Real and into the Botanical Gardens. I…Read more beneath the London plane trees


As the date of my eventual return to my home city comes ¬†closer, I am starting to get apprehensive. I've kept in touch with family and friends and my city through the Internet and saw what was happening over news and photos shared over social media accounts like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Often enough, I…Read more apprehensions

It Gets Better

I was on the passenger side of my brother's car as he was driving from Lisbon to a vineyard in Cartaxo at the Santarem region of Portugal, about forty minutes away from the capital. The music was playing on the car speakers and my sister-in-law and my nephew were at the back seat, occupied with…Read more It Gets Better