Matthew Keogh
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Mother's Recipe
It’s always one more bloody slice, isn’t it? The velvety smooth deliciousness and I’m not even sure that’s an actual word, but it’s the only one that describes the euphoric taste. The top layer is the frosting. I swear this layer hurts my teeth but how sweet it is on the tongue. The second layer is so fluffy when cooked right. Next layer is always tougher and some people don’t like it that way but I think it is exquisite. I’m not even fussed if there’s a minor burn on the surface. Adds to the taste, doesn’t it?
By Matthew Keogh3 years ago in Fiction
My date was a win.
First dates are the worst part of dating. Especially for a gay man. I made the classic mistake of trying to find a date on certain dating apps I won’t mention here. This did not turn out the way I had hoped, and some things I saw scarred me for life. So this time I did things the traditional way. Through a friend of a friend. When the other person agreed to a date, I was unprepared. I panicked and suggested the idea of a date at my house and I would cook dinner. Looking back on this I have zero clue why I didn’t just suggest the cinema or a restaurant but now I had to not only look nice but prepare food that didn’t kill them let alone impress them. I flipped through five cook books that had not been opened since I first purchased them and promised myself I would cook my own food. Fast food is a godsend, but my waist was expanding as fast as they cooked the food. I came across a few vegan meals that looked edible. Neither of us are vegan, but not using meat meant a lower chance of giving them food poisoning.
By Matthew Keogh3 years ago in Humans
Changing the public view on Phobias
Before you read on, I apologise if the grammar in this story is bad, but I needed to get this message out there and because of its contents I couldn’t meticulously comb through it for every error. If you continue to read, then thank you for taking the time to read what I feel I need to say.
By Matthew Keogh3 years ago in Psyche
Reviewing Ruby Turner's "Stay with me baby"
Seeing as this is my first ‘review’ of a song, I feel it necessary to explain a few things. I am not an academic in the complexities of vocals and meanings in songs. This is entirely my thoughts, feelings and interpretations. Like many, music has played a pivotal role in my life from a baby to the very day I write this article. I find almost all types of music fascinating by the way they can form stories in our minds and release emotions pent up in our hearts. When I was young, I remember why mother being concerned about me because all the music I listened to. She interpreted as sad but I always found different meanings which were always more complex than a single adjective. I’m not saying I found all sad songs happy, but often they felt like they had many more layers to them. Layers of happiness, sadness, grief, etc. The following review is of a song most would interpret as sad for a very obvious reason, but when I first heard this song a very different meaning came across.
By Matthew Keogh3 years ago in Beat
Could Astrology be based in reality?
As the subtitle says I do not believe personally in horoscopes or astrology, but I implore you to not disregard my article. In the idea of horoscopes, I do not believe in a mythical force or connection between my personality, my actions and the star’s alignment. However, our mind are incredible machines. Simply believing you will get better has been proven to benefit health when your body is suffering from illness. I think this kind of reinforcement could be in play with horoscopes and zodiac signs.
By Matthew Keogh3 years ago in Futurism
Somewhat of a start to my life
I want to start by saying this. I do not, at the time of writing this, have any formal diagnosis for the symptoms I am experiencing. I know a few people with MS and my symptoms may align with it. I accept my symptoms could be a multitude of other conditions, but as of now I have been adapting my life and treating my symptoms as if they are caused by MS. The minor life changes I have made have helped, so if at any point I refer to MS I am not diagnosing myself. This is just how I cope with my symptoms and if in the future my circumstances change then so will my mindset.
By Matthew Keogh3 years ago in Longevity
Uncle Arthur
Until about 3 months ago, Uncle Arthur was a man who never feared his actions. It was as if his head bounced off the pillow at dawn, already knowing what the day entailed. When he went to the races, he always won. He never got a big win, but he made £10 here or there, and one time he even won £100. He always spoke about when my father was drafted for the war. Uncle Arthur was always certain he would come home. After a while, our family grew superstitious of what appeared to be luck. He invariably realized the outcome of his plans before they were finished. The rest of the family started asking him if he could help them “see their fate” but every request was faced with a stern no and for whatever reason we never opposed his refusal.
By Matthew Keogh3 years ago in Families