Back in 2007, I went along to help at an event which was designed to recruit gay graduates into investment banking.
The results of the Time Out London sex survey 2009 were published last week. One statistic in particular stands out to me, namely that 24% of men who answered the survey have had sex with other men, breaking down as 4% who exclusively had sex with men and 20% who had sex with men and women.
Recently, I met up with my friend P for a drink after work. I hadn't seen him since I went out for dinner with him and my female Mexican friend, so it was good to catch up with him.
Part of my original inspiration for becoming a blogger was the infamous blog Belle de Jour, the Diary of a London Call Girl.
When I read this BBC news article a couple of days ago, I burst out laughing. Although it's about straight sex, I still think it's worth posting here.
I was playing a quiz game with a few friends one evening last week, and the answer to one of the questions turns out to be the old James Bond film 'The man with the golden gun'.
Earlier this year, I'm chatting to a guy on gaydar, and I'm thinking about visiting him for some fun.
It's been three years since I posted my first "Dear GB" email and started trying to give advice to readers who asked for it.
Towards the end of last month, I got the following email from one of my Asian readers:HiHave been a great fan of your blog from Hong Kong.
Last weekend, I'd originally planned to work on a posting for the one remaining advice request that's been waiting patiently in my "Dear GB" queue on this blog's right-hand side-bar since the end of last month.
One evening last week, I'm cuddling up on the sofa with boyfriend T watching some TV, when suddenly he asks me a question.
Just under 4 weeks ago, I got an email about the prejudices that straight guys can have about working with gay guys.
Very long time readers of this blog may recall B, my gorgeous Japanese masseur, who I used to visit regularly for massage and sometimes other activities.
A few weeks ago, a reader sent me the following email:Dear GB,I was the Cambridge guy who wrote to you earlier this year about playing hard to get.
"I want to do a little test on you GB," says boyfriend T, while we were on holiday in Greece recently, and eating our evening meal in one of the local restaurants.
A few weeks ago, one of my friends who'd recently found himself a new boyfriend sends me a txt msg:Hey GB, can't believe you went away on holiday again! Would be good to pop in to see you soon, to chit chat and catch up.
About three weeks ago, I received the following email from another gay banker:Dear GB,First of all I wanted to tell you that I'm reading your blog frequently and that I'm enjoying your writing very much.
"So how's your swimming going?" asks a friend of mine over beers last night.While I was on holiday in Greece recently, I'd posted a couple of progress reports to facebook about learning to swim.
For a long time now, I've had a gaydar account that's associated with this blog. However, I rarely log on to that account, so if anyone sends me a message to that account it could be many months before I pick it up.
I think that I've only mentioned my little gambling addiction here on one previous occasion, because when I had dinner with LWW it was one of the things that we talked about.