what is “skinship” for queer korean men?
here are the boys of seoul —
“Skinship” is a form of intimacy shown between Korean men to exhibit affection in friendships. After rounds of soju, you’ll see fathers and grandfathers hold hands, pull each other in by their thighs.
We live in the humid climate of rampant hate crimes that gutter us waist deep in poorly written infographics ripped straight from pre-made Canva templates. We regurgitate it all in our story-shares and retweets for all of it to feel like faux-allyship, and, even worse, substantial advocacy. Sharers even stress over the fatigue of it. It’s nonsense, but I am at fault too: I am a coward.
I left the United States because of the Trump administration. I admit, this sounds satirical. I was a part of a bad joke, but when I finally moved abroad, my anxieties…
FINAL CUT -- when finalities coexist with what is to come.
In the gallery hub of Jongno-gu, Arario Gallery always manages to boast nouveau art that translates into the psyches of our contemporary world.
This time, Arario exhibits men’s avante garde designer brand PAF (Post Archive Faction) that examines the dystopian wear that doesn’t lean far enough into tech-wear or linger too far into couture, but exclaims a maximalism that is lacking in a time where faux minimalism is promoted.
after a twelve year hiatus, they have come back with a serenity much needed in 2021.
I first discovered the Norwegian duo somewhere in the endless abundance that was tumblr, when you could still rip songs straight from the multi-media blog platform. I was sixteen and broken at the time, juggling my identities of being a queer Asian in conservative Orange County.
I still remember the terror of the gym, undressing in front of boys in the humid climate of when “faggot” crossed hateful mouths with much ease. “Gay” was still an easy insult, even after the AdCouncil funded a…
nathan’s field notes 002
The center will not hold, and other ways I’m destroying myself.
Spring leaves my loose grasp, too quickly, too shamefully. Every year it is like this. I don’t get enough sun. I don’t enjoy afternoons in the park like I used to in France, a baguette, sun dried tomatoes, brittle clouds of mozzarella for mini makeshift sandwiches.
Most days, I’ve been destroying my eyes with screens. My work PC. My phone. My iPad. Even when it comes to books, a kindle which has begun to hurt my eyes in the dark.
Last night was the first…
Each and every day that passes here in Korea makes me want to come back to Los Angeles less and less.
One of the issues I originally had with Korea was the lack of reseller luxury goods sites like Depop or Grailed. I felt I had to go to Gwanjang Market or one of those overpriced independent places in Hongdae. Only recently had I found out about Carrot Market or Danggeun Market (당근마켓).
Until finally, my Instagram ads showed me exactly what I wanted:
A place where I can finally find the hard-to-find. …
I didn’t think history would repeat itself again so quickly in a xenophobic anniversary.
Around this time last year, I had gone to Seoul for the usual weekend self care trip I usually take at the end of the month: haircut, check out a bookstore or two, coffee somewhere new.
When I came back to the office to early morning smiles and the chit chat you cough up to start any manic Monday, I had a good feeling that Monday wasn’t going to be manic at all.
The afternoon crept through, and the door to my office slammed open. Accusatory…
I did the best thing I could do for the rest of my life.
Since this past week was the calm before the storm, I decided to look at all the details I purposefully ignored for moments like these.
I looked at the dust in all the corners of my desk, leafed through loose papers that piled up through the void that was 2020. I brought these habits home.
I made a list. Of things to declutter. First, I focussed on my kitchen pantry. Instant ramen packets bounced out every time I opened the drawers. (I’m trying to…