Mags, my friend.


It’s currently 10.50am on Wednesday 6th February 2019, less than two hours since Mags’ husband Martin called me to tell me Mags had died in the night. He was calling as he didn’t want me to set off, arrive at the hospice and find out from the hospice team. My taxi had just pulled up at the front door of St Gemma’s Hospice. “Ok” was the word that we ping-ponged back and forth in what seemed like a relentless extended moment of shock for both of us.

I suddenly got the urge to flee. As I had done in a different city the previous morning. As soon as I got the news that Mags was in a hospice, I had the need to leave London and to be in Leeds and so I went. This deep visceral feeling returned but now in reverse. I needed to leave Leeds. This is shock.

I missed Mags. I didn’t get to see her that one last time. I had things I wanted and needed to say. The previous night I had agonised over why I’d left it so late to say the things I wanted to say. It was painful. But sitting here now on the train from Leeds back to London, I understand why I held on to those words and kept them to myself.

I was with Mags the moment she got the news of her diagnosis. In fact, her battery died on her phone mid-call with the oncologist and so she borrowed mine to call back. We were en route to an open mic community event but that plan was very quickly shelved in favour of steak and chips on Wardour Street. What can you do when the life of one of your closest friends changes forever, quite literally in front of your eyes?

My doctor friend had just become the patient and that was not going to be an easy transition for Mags. She fought it, she relented and she resented it in interchangeable order. Eventually she embraced it and utilised it. Of course she did. Her blog was fearless.

I distinctly remember Mags’ horror and distain for the blasé way she was categorised for “palliative care”. Stripped of her identity, stripped of her agency, stripped of her freedom. Freedom, something we both valued highly. And on this we could bond, the frustrations we now shared with our very different but very incurable health conditions.

So that’s what I could do. Sustain the empathetic nature we circled each other with. Listen. Really listen and respond accordingly. Mags had an incurable and terminal cancer. That is a fact. It would eventually kill her. I don’t know when or where the following mantra sprung from, nor do I remember when it embedded itself but what we could all do for Mags was not “help her to die” but help her fully live the life she had left. That was our role. That was our job.



It was also really clear Mags wanted and needed some small place in the world where she was “still Mags” and not “Margaret Portman: mesothelioma patient”. She needed somewhere free from all the white noise. So I knuckled down and I hope I provided that space. Space for her to just be. A space where we didn’t deny the existence of her cancer but where Mags was always centred as Mags, my friend, everything else came second.


At times of crisis and when faced with unfixable problems the people who love us will hopefully sit with us, acknowledge that the situation is shit and accept that we might not have a solution or the answers to the difficult questions and hopefully they will remain with us and sit a little longer. Silent when appropriate , forceful if required, reassuring when needed but always ‘there’. It takes a great act of love to strip it right back and be THAT real with a person. Especially a person you care deeply for. To convey “I cannot offer you comfort but I can promise you commitment.”

DD61A509-E302-46FE-B5BD-608832CC6692.jpegAnd that’s why I held on to my words. They were words of farewell and gratitude. They would have offered me comfort but they would have signalled the end. It would have alerted Mags that I was checking out “thanks for the good times” and all that. That wasn’t our agreement. Our agreement was that “This is shit but none of us are going anywhere. We’re here and we’re with you. No matter where that takes us.”

I’m lucky. I’m so so lucky to have found Mags. Actually she found me, in more ways than one. I don’t think it’s overstating the case to say I was quite lost when our trajectories crossed and aligned. I was lucky enough to have shared a huge part of her life here in London with PrEP. I was even more privileged to have been welcomed in a much more discreet and personal fashion to her family life in Leeds. How she did it? I simply do not know. A dynamic and very visible career in London and the most adorable family in Leeds. Mags didn’t split her life in two halves to be shared between Leeds and London, instead she seemed to live twice as much! Two full lives in two completely different roles. But actually, the roles were not really that different. I watched Mags with her boys and obviously her behaviour was driven by maternal love. I have never seen Mags consult with a patient but I can imagine it was driven by the same thing. Love.


Such a petite little doll of a person with the hugest capacity for love. That’s Mags, my friend.




I know a lot of people have a lot of love for Mags and will want to send a message of farewell or celebrate her life. I have created an email address specifically for this. You can send words to

I will gather the messages and forward them to Mags’ family.

*I will post funeral arrangements when they are available.



I Am Racist


Please stick with me here and read the whole article.

I am racist.

Three words that white people seem to choke on or are totally unable to own.

The more we scream and shout that we aren’t, the more we display our total discomfort with the concept. The reality.

I still benefit from the mechanisms of systemic racism and I have only just started to try to pick that apart. I’ve been trying to get my head around this for about 12 years but this is the first time I’ve written on it and this year has been the first time I’ve called it out publicly online. My silence and inaction have made me complicit, therefore – I have been racist.

“I am racist” are very hard words for white people to say. But say it we must. We cannot do what we need to do to help readdress these issues unless we first start with that acknowledgement and acceptance. We white people are born into privilege and socialised into a type of racism that most white people can’t even see because we aren’t looking for it . While researching for this piece, I came across an article by Kehinde Andrew, published in the Guardian.

“In his 2008 book, Racism and Education, Professor David Gillborn asks whether the racial inequalities that continue to plague Britain are a racist conspiracy or an unfortunate coincidence. He concludes that the problem is worse than either of those options, and that society is in fact structured so that it reproduces racial inequalities without the need for “racists”.

Regardless of our socioeconomic status, as white people, the skin we are born into immediately puts us in a different lane, one with less counter-current. Fact.

Our white privilege does not disappear because we are L, G, B or T. It is merely redefined. Fact.

To be explicitly clear, this is something that displays its symptoms right here in our community. If you want examples of heinous outcomes from this type of institutional racism try these:

  • Black gay men are more likely to contract HIV than their white counterparts. In the US, 1 in 2 black gay men will become HIV positive in their lifetime.
  • Our trans-siblings, particularly trans women of colour are hugely disproportionately affected by violence, murder and suicide. The average age of a trans woman of colour (worldwide) is 35. This is why Black Lives Matter!

Let’s just clarify, I might experience prejudice from people of colour because of my skin tone. I might be verbally abused and threatened with violence by people of colour because of my whiteness. But is that racist? No, not really. Those are actions based on some of the components that form racism, but it is not racism in the context I’m discussing. Ultimately, my privilege ensures that.

As white people, proving “we aren’t racist” is not about what actions we display towards people of colour. I’m not interested in those get out of jail free cards that white people try to pull.

“Oh, I have Asian friends” or “But I date black guys” or “I don’t see colour”.

Proving we are not racist is about what actions we take in relation to ourselves as white people. Are we prepared to acknowledge and accept this truth? Are we prepared to actively and demonstrably deconstruct a system that is biased towards us and work towards something that serves us all?

This is about equity not just equality. Let me explain: Equity is giving everyone what they need to be successful. Equality is treating everyone the same. Equality aims to promote fairness, but it can only work if everyone starts from the same place and needs the same help.

Here’s a cute picture that explains it:


I think it’s fair to say we have several hundred years of “not everyone starting from the same place” to rectify. So equality is not enough.

Monroe Bergdorf has already pretty much said all of this. White people got mad and called for her to be sacked and run out of town. Well I’m saying the same thing here and now. Let’s see how many white people call for me to lose my job and for me to be ostracised.

Admittedly, I was anxious about writing this piece. Primarily because I have a platform. I front a campaign and I am very well known within my community, a predominantly white, gay male network. But surely those are exactly the reasons why I should be making noise about this. Not reasons to stay silent. What is feeding my anxiety? It is the instinct for self preservation. The sense that I shouldn’t rock the boat for an issue that isn’t “mine” and for people who aren’t like me. These are natural feelings. I’ve chosen to acknowledge them but not accept them.

What can we do?

It starts with listening. Listen to what people of colour are telling you. Be secure enough in yourself to accept that other people have different lived experiences and helping validate those experiences and amplify those voices does not diminish your own. Understand it is our job to school ourselves. Do not rely on other people to do that. You have to be willing to learn. It will be uncomfortable.

On 8th March I went along to Let’s Talk POC (People of Colour) to support my friends Nash and Ozzy, who were hosting the event. To be respectfully present as an ally and to learn. I had the pleasure of listening to many beautiful and moving stories from old friends and new. Lady Phyll closed the evening with a spellbinding outpouring of realness. She said something like “I push, I push hard. I knock down doors and be present in that space. But sometimes it’s hard and when it gets hard and overwhelming, I turn around and no one is there. No one is by my side. And that’s lonely” – we all know how this feels. It doesn’t matter who you are, how you identify or what you’re going through, we all know lonely and we all feel the gut wrenching void when support is absent. Be there! Fill the void. Just ask “How are you doing?”.

Create spaces. It doesn’t need to be physical space but an ethos at the very least. We (cis, white, gay men – myself included) are not always great at being mindful, of acknowledging our privilege as the dominant and majority presence of most mainstream and queer media representation, scenes and conversations. It’s folly to attempt to deny this fact and it’s selfish and unkind not to try to fix up.

At the same event, Asifa Lahore shared “I get so tired of all my hats, always swapping one for the other”

She explained further “I have my Muslim hat, I have my queer POC hat, I have my trans hat, I have my drag queen hat, I have my feminist hat, I have my British Muslim hat. But where is the acceptance of my intersectionality. And where can I just be?”

As queer people I think this is what binds us all together. This is one thing we all share in common and that we can all relate to. Where can we just be? I get tired sometimes too and I find that “place to be” in the company of people like me. My community. A community which caters for me. I want my community to be OUR community and a community that caters for and includes all of us. Not just people like me.

If any part of this article resonated with you or made you ask questions please go and find any of the people I’ve mentioned in this article (or any other visible people of colour) on social media and listen to them say this in their own words. Celebrate them – not me! Share their work. Support what they are doing. I wrote these words but this is not my narrative.

Finally, I didn’t write this piece to ignite arguments with other white people. I don’t need you (fellow white people) to agree with me, if you’re not there yet. What I do need you to do is to think about what I’ve highlighted. Think, investigate and educate.

Peace out and happy Pride season.

My response to The Irish Times PrEP piece

On Thursday 20 April The Irish Times published an article Anti-HIV Drug Removes Personal Responsibility

This article was positioned as an opinion piece and one thing we can be sure of is that opinions have no place and hold no authority over facts based evidence. Presenting accurate facts and providing an opinion based on those facts is fully acceptable but this article failed to deliver that.

Several HIV experts and organisations including Professor Chloe Orkin for BHIVA and Dr Paddy Mallon for UCD School of Medicine have already highlighted the inaccuracies and errors in the very damaging statements made by the journalist.

I will be speaking from a community perspective. As co-founder of the world’s highest traffic and most widely used PrEP website, I am dismayed that a publication such as The Irish Times would run such a piece. As an advocate and activist who identifies as a gay man I accept that our community and its members will have differences of opinions on PrEP, HIV prevention and sexual health initiatives. It is concerning that rather than reach out and share learnings and experiences this journalist instead chose to write what appears to be a click bait vanity piece. This is not responsible. This is not community. This is not healthy. This is not contributing anything of worth to the debate.

Fear based messaging has never worked. It will never work. No one responds well to being judged, shamed or blamed. To further muddy the waters and confuse sound HIV prevention with moralising and toxic internalised personal issues is damaging and indicative of a lack of understand of self and of the complexities of gay life and sexuality on a community wide level.

“What I fear at the moment is a resurgence of the old “gay plague” rhetoric of the 1980s whereby gay and bisexual men are viewed as irresponsible and apathetic in relation to their sexual health.
What PrEP is in danger of promoting, in my view, is a policy of play now, pay later which the gay population can ill afford to embrace.”

We really need to work on deconstructing this concept that at some point we will “pay” for being gay. Being LGBT+ is not wrong. Living as our true authentic selves and all that comes with that, including enjoying the sex we choose is not something we are ‘afforded’ that must be charged back to us at some point. It is what we deserve. We are different as LGBT+ folk but we are not ‘less’. Different does not mean we aren’t equal.

Setting up arguments like these about “being responsible” creates a double bind. The notion that if I get HIV I’m irresponsible, if I try to prevent myself from getting HIV (using THE most effective method) I’m irresponsible.

And as if to clarify completely for anyone who is unsure: the journalist’s closing paragraph is a total contradiction in itself and of his entire ‘opinion’.

“The danger lies in transferring responsibility for risky sexual practices on to a tiny pill taken once a day rather than making informed choices and encouraging a culture of prevention rather than cure.”

I second Professor Chloe Orkin’s proposal below:

“I therefore propose that we [BHIVA] submit for publication a letter of clarification to better inform your readership of the latest evidence and guidance around PrEP.”

#TasP vs #PrEP

I have a few issues with treatment as prevention (TasP). More specifically I have issues with Public Health England trying to pass off the recent drop in HIV as predominantly due to TasP and other mutlifactorial approaches including more regular HIV testing. I have issue with this for several reasons. Here they are:
In the U.K. we have excellent free HIV care. We treat people living with HIV because we have to – otherwise we’d die. Simples. But when I start seeing bodies like PHE tagging substantial drops in HIV to TasP over PrEP my bullshit alert goes into overdrive. We have to treat people living with HIV or we’d die, I’ve said that already but how convenient is it for people managing budgets to then attribute drops in diagnoses to this ‘treatment’ – VERY! If you can spin this shit you remove the need for an appropriate prevention budget/spend. Which hasn’t been upscaled in years as it is. It was lacking years ago – it’s even more lacking today. I’m not buying that. And I will challenge anyone who tries to spin this. 

Then by focusing on TasP rather than PrEP we are ignoring a very key fact. The HIV epidemic in the U.K. is not being driven by HIV+ people. Let me explain, the majority of people diagnosed with HIV in the UK are on treatment and virally suppressed. We’re talking 80%-95% depending on which aspects you look at. That means that HIV in this country is being driven by “HIV negative” people. Or more accurately people who have seroconverted since their last HIV test and are unaware. I saw some data over the last few days that suggested the average HIV test lapse times are 2 years. Treatment as prevention is not gonna help here! PrEP will! PrEP is and PrEP scaled up WILL!
Then there is this suggestion with a focus on TasP that us people living with HIV are somehow responsible for managing HIV prevention for our sexual networks and our communities- WE ARE NOT! Our treatment needs to be first of all seen and respected as treatment. NOT PREVENTION. It is each HIV negative person’s responsibility to maintain their HIV negative status. I say that as a person living with HIV who embraces and encourages TasP but also as my former HIV negative self too. It was always my responsibility. It is yours too. 
And on the topic of more regular HIV testing for super high at-risk people! Wise up! If you gave these people PrEP you wouldn’t need this!! We could then focus on other STIs and actually we could maybe focus on other stuff above and beyond “disease” and “infection” and “prevention” and “risk” we could actually maybe start to look at the person and ask about feelings and worth and HEALTH. 
Finally all this only works for people linking into care. What we have done here in the U.K. with self sourcing PrEP is we have created a community health care system. I genuinely believe we are reaching people who can’t or don’t want to link into care. This is a double edged sword. It creates as many concerns as it does reassurances. But ultimately we are missing an opportunity here. Online and self managed sexual health is they way forward. It is the ONLY way some people will be able to or want to engage with sexual health. Why are we not building on this?

THT/IWPN Funding Announcement 


I am delighted that the Terrence Higgins Trust through the Lighthouse Fund are partnering with iwantPrEPnow to offer a more structured and robust online and telephone support service to people accessing PrEP or interested in PrEP.

Personally, this modest funding marks the end of my “PrEP in the wild” days. This project will allow me to make working on PrEP my paid job. We still need to secure some further funding to enable it to become my full time job but at least now I can put in place some firm working hours and a manageable workload. This project will put the focus back on the work and highlight the work that still needs to be done to secure a full and equitable PrEP provision in the UK and beyond.

We begin planning this week. As well as online support (virtual clinic) we will be organising a series of events to outreach to other disproportionately affected and at-risk communities that have not been as equally represented thus far. These events will aim to educate and support.

I’m looking forward to working on PrEP in a more formalised setting.

Greg Owen



NHS to fund PrEP for 10,000 people


I’ve been inundated with lovely, supportive messages and congratulations all night and all morning.

There are a lot of questions about this PrEP implementation study that people quite rightly would like answers to.

The leading question at the moment is “Why do we need another trial?”

It’s a very valid and justified question and indeed echos what I have been screaming most of this year. This study will investigate how we put PrEP to use in a real life setting as a national public health intervention. Previous studies like PROUD and IPERGAY helped us understand that PrEP works really well, if taken as instructed.

This trial is about how we roll PrEP out.

My initial reaction was: It’s a start.

It’s not ideal but it’s a start.

I welcomed the announcement but I feel the need to publicly ask more questions because ultimately it means that we still have no proper PrEP commission for 3 years and the rest of the world is looking to us so we need to keep them and their agendas in the equation too.

I want to see something built into this that really tackles and addresses inequalities and recruits those that really need PrEP but aren’t able to afford it or don’t know about it.

What inevitably will happen is a mass migration of PROUD study participants and those users currently self-sourcing or utilising PEP as PrEP to populate this allocation. I’m committed to not further perpetuating the health and HIV prevention inequalities of other at risk groups outside of London and urban MSM (men who have sex with men).

I want a dedicated focus on BAME (black and minority ethnic groups) and trans* people.

I also want a clearly laid out and confirmed willingness from NHS England and Public Health England to proactively review this trial after 12 months with a view to finding budget for an additional contingency of a further 5000 (or more) participants. What I don’t want is to find ourselves 18 months in and at our capacity and then having to get into the whole wrangle, negotiating, feet dragging and complacency yet again. That would really stall the momentum that we will have gathered.

I think 10,000 participants is better than what was originally offered in the spring but we can always do more. Australia have expanded their PrEP trials. This can be done.

As a result of this provision we are going to see the number of new HIV diagnoses drop, of that there is no doubt. What I don’t want to happen at that point is for the focus to then shift to those achievements and ‘laurel resting’ to begin. Instead it should be an incentive and motivation to do more.

This announcement feels like a change in gear. It feels like an investment in actually trying to end new HIV infections in the UK instead of what we have previously seen from our health care system which has been lack lustre firefighting and band aid prevention.

I want NHS England to commit to a full commission by the end of this trail now so that we don’t have a repeat of what we saw with PROUD and their participants being exited from a study with no further access to PrEP. This needs to be in place and functioning long before the end of this trial so we have a seamless crossover for participants.

Those are my initial thoughts. I am meeting with our steering group and the larger United4PrEP coalition group this week and we will have plenty to discuss. I will update you all with more information when it is available.

iwantPrEPnow and PrEPster are fully committed to working with NHS England and Public Health England to make the best of this opportunity and we hope to be closely involved with the planning and workings of this trial.


Click here for NHS England statement

Twitter: @Greg0wen


Don’t let the silence do the talking


Today was a weird day.

I have grown incredibly attached (emotionally I guess) to someone lately. That was very unexpected for me. The guy has a boyfriend. We are friends. It was safe for me to grow fond of him because there wasn’t much at risk, or so I thought. I was kind of aware that we have been pretty inseparable and to date we have not had a fall out. A few disagreements – yes but a very symbiotic dynamic which gives full licence to both to pull the other up when he is misbehaving or making less than ideal choices. Until today…

He was pissed off with his boyfriend (rightly or wrongly) it isn’t my business nor my place to get involved. But it was incredibly uncomfortable for me to spend time in their company when my friend was giving his boyfriend the silent treatment. I had a bout of the giggles. Not because I thought it was funny or was belittling their situation but because I was nervous, anxious and uncomfortable.

I was suddenly reminded and almost transported back to my younger days and particularly my teens being subjected to my parent’s quite toxic and often vicious, damaging and destructive behaviour towards one another.

I pulled my usual ‘fixer’ moves of trying to cajole my friend into a brighter more jovial mood while it was just him and I and before his boyfriend returned to join us for dinner. Trying to make light of the tension and pandering to my friend’s mood. Hey! We’ve all been there! When we just want to make a retaliation of some sort to ease our rage. But my friend went on the proper silent treatment! Literally being asked a question and blanking the enquiring party.

I cannot tell you how utterly, cripplingly, uncomfortable this makes me. I then got caught in the crossfire of a scenario that was totally of my own creation but that I quite honestly did not see as an action that would cause offence or grievance. I borrowed my friend’s phone as my battery had died and I couldn’t be arsed to boot up the laptop. I took a selfie (for a reason) and tweeted it to me from his Twitter. No big deal right? Wrong!

When dinner had ended (I left the table early as the pregnant silences were far too laden in tension for me to bear) I went to the living room to DM said friend on Twitter to ask him if me doing his ironing would cheer him up and snap him out of his mood. Only to find myself blocked from his Twitter and unfriended on Facebook.

It literally felt like a punch in the stomach. An instant dull ache hit me in a really deep part of my gut. I was so confused. It later transpired (after a very heavy handed and unwarranted warning against sending further unauthorised tweets from his phone) that if I did that again I would be permanently blocked. Now usually most of you would expect me to fly into trademark ‘Greg Rage’ and tell him about himself. But instead I was so embarrassed and more so hurt that he would behave like that towards me that I just sat there and took the dressing down and looked at him hoping that he wouldn’t see the flash of red that was now burning my cheeks.

I am totally sure none of this was his intention and knowing that this upset me in this way will probably upset him too. But it made me think. Really think about the cycle of hurt we sometimes get caught up in and how previous emotional scars re-open to bleed even years later.

I spent 7 years with a partner who was irrationally angry and moody far too often and for prolonged periods. Most of these feelings he would direct at me, sometimes directly which wasn’t pleasant but more often passively. This guy (as much as I still love him) had the ability to lower the mood of our whole home without saying a word or without even being in the same room as me. He just had a way of hitting me where it hurt. It wasn’t nice and it broke me a lot more than I realised at the time. My friend’s actions and behaviour today (although nowhere near on the same level or with the same intentions) pulled me right back to that place in my life. I could almost physically feel my past and long since shelved pain and distress again and it freaked me out.

I’m guessing he behaved this way because of something from his past that has informed him to act this way. So I’m not judging him or criticising him. Merely observing that for whatever the reasons from both of our past experiences – today wasn’t a good day.

I am aware and reflective and open enough to notice these things in myself and question them but not everyone is. I was definitely in flight or fight mode as a result of today’s events. Instead I chose neither and opted for silence and avoiding eye contact or further interaction while my emotions settled. That is unusual for me. I’m glad that is what I opted for but the reason I wrote this and the thought that crystalised was this…

What if in these situation we did choose to fight or fly? What further damage does that create and how much does that compound the existing issues and give rise to a cluster of future issues until you have an emotional minefield of issues and triggers to navigate.

The answer and the solution seems quite simple to me. Just to sit down and talk, quietly and graciously. And while I say the solution seems quite simple, I mean that…in so far as the thought…the concept…now putting that into practice is a whole lot harder and takes some balls and some skills and also the knowledge that you are loved and supported and afforded the compassion to be allowed to say you’re pissed off about something or that perhaps you fucked up. That requires trust, kindness and bravery from all parties. Sometimes those things aren’t on offer or aren’t felt enough from and by each other.

I’m sure tomorrow will be a brighter day and I am glad I have somewhere to put my thoughts in order via these posts. That is also something that I find hugely beneficial and productive. Having to think about situations and my feelings in a little more detail in order to structure a decent sentence and blog piece allows me to tidy up my mind (and my heart). I recommend it.

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Order PrEP t-shirts

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I have created this post with links to buy our PrEP t-shirts in the interim to our shop feature launching on the new iwantPrEPnow which will be live in the next few weeks.

Very straight forward system.

Step 1:  Select the style you would like (the only colour available is black).

Select the size you would like and send those details to this email address

Include your postal address and the name that appears on the PayPal account you will be using.

Step 2: Click here to be directed to our donate button where you can make your payment.

I have kept the pricing really simple.

  • £20 per t-shirt
  • £25 per item on t-shirt dresses (women style option 3 and 4)
  • Plus £2 P&P (UK) or £5 outside UK


All options (only available in black)




Style ref: Men 1 

Size: S/M/L/XL/XXL

Price £20

basic boy

Fabric weight: 190 gsm

Material: 100% ringspun semi-combed cotton.

Fitted cut. Taped back neck. Ribbed collar. Twin needle stitching. Unbranded size label at neckline.

Style ref: Men 2 (in black)

Size: S/M/L/XL/XXL

Price £20


Fabric weight: 150 gsm
Material: 100% ringspun semi-combed cotton.

Taped back neck. Tubular knit. Rib neckline and armholes. Twin needle stitching.



Style ref: Women 1 (in black)


Price £20


Fabric weight: 165 gsm
Material: 96% cotton/4% elastane single jersey.*

Stretch fabric for a modern fit. Enzyme wash. Soft feel. Single jersey. Longer length. Soft stretchy ribbed collar. Twin needle stitching.

Style ref: Women 2

Size: S/M/L/XL

Price £20


Fabric weight: 145 gsm
Material: 100% combed ringspun cotton.*

  • Relaxed fit.
  • Longer body length.
  • Side seams.
  • Twin needle hem.

Style ref: Women 3

Size: S/M/L/XL

Price £25


Fabric weight: 110 gsm
Material: 100% ringspun cotton

  • Taped back neck
  • Self fabric wide neckline
  • Kimono sleeves
  • Longer body length
  • Twin needle sleeves and hem

Style ref: Women 4

Size: S/M/L/XL

Price £25


Fabric weight: 180 gsm
Material: 100% cotton.

  • Single jersey
  • Scoop neck
  • Cover stitched sleeves and hem


I will place the print run with the printers once I have 20 orders. Delivery time (to you) approx 3-4 weeks.


Protest of the Protest at Pride London


Ok. I am not going to wade into this whole situation and involve myself in an ongoing back and forth as I am too busy actually working on a cohesive, focused and productive project for the provision of PrEP in the UK.

I will however make this statement and my opinion and position on this situation very clear!

I cannot support and will not condone this planned protest against Pride London.

I am so sick and tired of seeing sloppy protests for the sake of protest with no actual results. I question all of this. The intentions behind it, the drive to do it and the benefits (if any) to anyone.

This kind of ‘activism’ reminds me of puppies. You leave them alone in the house while you go to work and you come home to find they have shit all over the place. And they just sit there in the shit and mess and look at you. But that is puppies and they are cute and eventually they grow out of it.

Now that is not to say I am against protests. Far from it. But protests with a bit of focus and that get results.

When I see people ‘support’ or ‘protest’ a million causes I just shake my head! To me it just smacks of a lack of sincerity, a lack of authenticity, a lack of genuineness, a lack of personal identity, a lack of awareness and most of all a lack of focus.

And then I wonder why? Why are you doing this? I am looking on and just seeing these kinds of people pop up at this and that and post pictures of ‘look at me doing this’ or ‘look at me doing that’ – I am not fucking interested in YOU. You don’t need to try so hard!

I would much rather see your work and the results.

Let those speak for themselves. Get out of the way. YOU are not the important part of the equation. That is called ego. It is self-serving and self-indulgent and in fact it is the height of hypocrisy! Something you should be against.

As for protests. YES. Let’s protest like mad! I support protesting. I support it when it is needed. For example, for the jungle in Calais. Against neo-Nazi fascists. Calling out NHS England over PrEP. I use these 3 examples for a reason, if you physically can’t be in a place where people need our help or our actions then we should do all we can and protest here and where ever else we can and there in those places if we can get there. If you are faced with a group who want to literally kill you or an organisation that refuses to interact with you – you need to fucking protest.

You need to challenge this.

But your own community? For London Pride? Really? You think that is the right thing to do? An attack on a community event? YOUR community? That you are a part of? That you belong to? Is it not a much more positive thing to work with community members and leaders to actively create something that we are all proud of – together?

It is so ill thought out. And arrogant. And narrow minded.

Recently, I have been labelled an activist.

I hated the label! I rallied against it until I got tired asking to be called something else. I don’t identify as an activist because a handful of visible ‘activists’ give activism a bad image. I’m bored of it now.

 Let me just point out though that although I now accept that I am in fact an activist, do you know how I arrived here? What my first steps into involving myself with my community were?

Surprise, surprise as a volunteer/host for Pride in London!

If you are so fucking clueless that you can’t see that attacking Pride is cutting you off from the future and from those that are either just discovering our community or re-connecting with it then you need to wake up!

Our community has struggled enough of late with vanishing venues and a diminished sense of the ‘need’ for a community. Are you seriously going to try to attack the biggest gay day of the year here in the UK? Oh yes of course you are…because that is the best way for YOU to get some attention and further your own self-obsessed agenda!

Listen, I don’t disagree with a lot of the issues you have with ‘what Pride is today’. The corporate pink washing etc. But tackle those things not Pride. Organise your own event to address these. Or is it easier for you just to hijack other people’s events and momentum?

I can’t make myself any clearer. You need to take a fucking seat. Or here’s an idea…why don’t you FOCUS on what you are meant to stand for and what we desperately need now which is a strong, well organised HIV/AIDS activism group to tackle pharma and drug access, healthcare inequalities or heaven forbid focus some of that fucking energy on PrEP! On that you have been VERY lacking!

If this sounds harsh or confrontational then good! It is meant to be. We can ALL protest when something pisses us off so much that staying silent is no longer an option. I have just arrived at that point with YOU. Consider this the start of the protest against the protest. And prepare yourself. You haven’t seen me fight yet. If you want to experience that then carry on. But I’ll give you a tip. You are going to need to up your fucking game!

Don’t bother with the social media circus either. I’m not interested in it. I’ve said my piece and now I am fucking off out of this pathetic, petty, attention seeking stunt. Hopefully you’ll see a bit of sense or take a reality check at least!

With love and quite a lot of anger…

Greg Continue reading “Protest of the Protest at Pride London”


Spoken word piece by Greg Owen ‘performed’ at Let’s Talk About Gay Sex And Drugs on Thursday 12th May 2016




When first we met, I saw you but I looked right through

You were just there

Standing still


But a little wrong

I walked past you many times

Until one day

Something I could not feel – pushed me from behind

I saw you right up close. So close  – I only saw the flaws – the bubbles from the blow

I could only see as much of you

As the frame of my own view

But when I backed right off, then I began to notice

Notice the rest of you

Stepped away until I saw the all of you

We never touched

Did not connect

I dared not rest my hand upon the pane

Did not leave the mark of the moisture from the softness of my finger tips

Which were now softer – warmer – wetter than I had ever known before

Now I’m seeing you, not seeing through

The glass is suddenly brand new

I turned my back then turned it back

Now it was not you that I could see

But me

My reflection

There was a  flash

I could only see the light

My eyes began to burn

It was so bright

But I could not turn

And I would not fight

The light began to dim

Refocus my eyes on him

Now all I could see was us

Not a 2 – but a me in you

No force from behind

Shared pull from the front

I approached again

This time I put my tips upon you – so cold

Instinctively contracted back

The composition again – was new

I see the tiny printed dots – my fingers had left on you

I didn’t like the mess –  didn’t like I’d left a mark

So came to you again – to fix the messy smudge

I watched myself grow larger in your reflection until my mouth aligned with the mess

I blew – the intention – hit you

We  clouded up

Gray, steam and heat

I could not see the mess  or us

The heat cooled, retracted in

I watched it shrink and fade and disappear

It all became quite clear

There was – the mess

There was – that part of you

There was…my reflection

And in it all lay us – a possible perfection

It started to look pretty

So I put my fingers on your surface yet again

Saw them leave their mark

It was becoming art

But our creation got too brave – too fast – a little stark

One more reckless swipe

I caught a chip –







Now trip

Fell through

Straight through you

You smashed – I crashed

Right down to the floor

With pieces of you embedded into my flesh

I panicked- what had I done?

Scrambled on my knees

To try to pull all those sparkling shards of you back into one place

I clawed too hard and my fingers bled –

Now part of me streams over the broken pieces of you

Everything was raw and everything was red

I had to stop

I crawled away and slumped

To where I first saw myself in you

But you were no longer there

You were lying bloody on the floor

There was an us no more

Parts of you embedded in my flesh – part of me streaming over the broken pieces of you


*I wrote this piece for David Stuart. Thank you for being brilliant! x

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