#urbanjungle

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[shonkikong]

urban gardening project, Hamburg

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[caesarandthecity]

The Date Game: Olympic Sport or Minefield?

Dating, darling, is it an art or a game? And if it's a game, shouldn't it be an Olympic sport? Just picture it: all the guys I've dated, competing for the gold medal in... well, we'll get to that. But first, let's talk about the rules (or lack thereof).

Every game has rules, right? They make things more fun, more challenging, and help you understand the goal. But dating, my sweet summer children, has ZERO rules. It's like being dropped in the middle of the ocean with a blindfold and a paddleboard.

I have yet to receive a rulebook for the GAME, the game of love. (Is that even what we're playing?)

I don't know about you, but I don't think people go on dates to find love. In my experience, it's more about finding someone who isn't a total nutjob, a psycho, or a cheater (that last one is harder to spot than a fake Rolex).

Gay dating, in particular, is two guys trying to out-impress each other with the same, tired lies. During the date, everyone's Mr. Perfect: zero baggage, amazing exes, no drug problems, mental health? Aced it! Workaholic, but with a heart of gold. It all sounds too good to be true... and honey, it usually is.

Social media is partly to blame. We're all curating our "perfect" lives online, and some people are taking that facade offline. I've met guys who are living their Instagram fantasy IRL, and let me tell you, it's exhausting.

But that's not even the worst part. The thing that really gets me is that dating feels like a never-ending job interview. Think about it:

I apply for the job: Based on my carefully curated profile pics and witty bio.

I'm randomly selected for an interview: If my pics are cute enough and my bio doesn't sound like a serial killer's manifesto.

I go to the interview: AKA the date, where I put on my best performance and hope they don't notice I'm wearing Spanx.

Now, here's where it gets different: If I don't get the job, I'm still open to a little "consolation prize" (if you catch my drift). In the real world, you don't sleep with your HR manager after a failed interview. But in the dating game? Anything goes.

So yes, I downloaded Tinder, took some flattering selfies, and crafted a bio that would make Shakespeare jealous. And you know what? It's been... interesting. Expect a full report in my next post, including tales of awkward Grindr encounters, unexpected hookups, and maybe even a happy ending (or two).

Ps. We're in 2024—can we normalize sex on the first date (or soon after)? Why is this still taboo? Sex is important in any relationship, romantic or otherwise, and it's weird that we don't talk about it more openly. Let's be real, we need to talk about sex, learn about it, and teach it without shame or judgment. This starts with looking inward and seeing our lives (and desires) with fresh eyes. Sex isn't dirty or ugly; it's a natural form of energy and connection. I want to know if the person I'm dating matches my energy in all ways, including sexually. 

Stay tuned, my loves! And remember, always swipe right for yourself first.

Cheers,

Caesar

[sunshinesmymedicine]

I get chills just thinking about the history she represents.

[o-link]

Café de l'Epoque - Paris

[missedmilemarkers]

[rapsoda]

Rosedal de Palermo (2017).

by Martín Meira, Buenos Aires, Argentina.

[thetravellingman87]

Concrete jungle @ Novi Beograd

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[der-gorgonaut]

// dschungeltür //

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by Georg Nickolaus

[landfrogs]

Detroit, MI.

Photographer: Joseph Frimpong

[screechingwagonduckhoagie]

Unknown location in New York.

[nagoyish]

The candidate’s bright smile is doing its best, but the creeping greenery seems determined to run an independent campaign. 🌿📥

候補者の笑顔は全力ですが、繁茂する緑が独自のキャンペーンを展開しているようです。🌱🗳️

[caesarandthecity]

Who am I?

Hey there, I'm Caesar.

Think of me as your gay best friend navigating the urban jungle, one cosmopolitan at a time. I'm 37, single, and yes, I love sex—the good, the bad, and the occasionally awkward.

Wine, astrology, and self-discovery fuel my soul. You'll find me hitting the gym, then unwinding with yoga and meditation (or maybe some weed and documentaries). Self-care is my religion.

I've been through my share of ups and downs—insecurity, anxiety, even PTSD—and I'm not afraid to share the messy parts. Life isn't always parties and perfect dates, and that's okay.

Besides being a writer, I'm also an entrepreneur and a nomad. I'm an Aquarius with a Scorpio rising, and I read tarot cards. Oh, and I have Greek blood running through my veins!

This blog is my journal, a space to spill the tea on my adventures (and misadventures). Expect raw honesty, a touch of humor, and plenty of stories that'll make you cringe, laugh, and maybe even feel a little less alone.

So grab a drink, get cozy, and join me for the ride.

And remember, always fall in love with yourself first.

Cheers, Caesar

[momotaro37]

Late Post! 🌃 taken in Stillwater, Chicago: the city lights, the hustle and bustle -- it's all so captivating! 📸✨

[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

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