The Integrated Masculine
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XXXI. The Frequent Flyer Illusion

Something I’ve considered more than once over the past twelve months, is whether or not a credit card that awards me frequent flyer points is for me. Everyone I know that uses one, raves about how great the cheap flights are, but when I ask them how it works, and what it actually costs them…
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XXX. A Casual Encounter

Logan adjusted the cuff of his shirt and glanced into the hotel mirror one final time. Perth shimmered outside the window, a late-summer haze hanging over the city. The air was thick with the promise of fireworks, champagne, and sweat-soaked dancing bodies along the river. He tugged at his collar, smoothing the fabric down against…
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XXIX. The Roads That Lead Me Back To Myself

It’s a Tuesday morning, and I’m sitting in a laundromat in the heart of Amsterdam. Outside the glass windows, the narrow street is beginning to stir with life. Bicycles clatter past in quick bursts, their bells cutting through the low murmur of voices as locals head to work. The air carries that familiar mix of…
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XXVIII. An Introspective Perspective

Disclaimer: The following story contains references to illicit substance use. It is a creative reflection of one individual’s internal journey and is not intended to be instructional, prescriptive, or a recommendation. The night outside hums with leftover energy… Beyond the nylon walls of my tent, the festival still breathes—voices swirling like wind, laughter echoing across…
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XXVII. The Parenting Cycle Theory

I’ve had this theory in my mind for a while — maybe since becoming a parent myself — that most of us parent how we wish we were parented. We look at our upbringings, identify the shortcomings, the sources of trauma, and we do it our own way. Now this theory is, of course, based…
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XXV. The Divine Feminine

There are moments in life that strip you bare—legally, emotionally, spiritually. Sitting in a mediation room, trying to advocate for your child while staying composed, is one of them. And yet, I wasn’t alone. Not in the physical sense, but emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. Because months after we parted ways, she was still quietly in…
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XXIV. Finding Purpose

I’ve spent a lot of this week stuck inside, fighting off some winter bug, isolated from the world outside, and forced into stillness. Truth be told, I was uncomfortable. I craved my routine, craved being around people. You can only watch so much TV or lay in bed scrolling TikTok before you start to go…

