(I Don’t Have a Type… Except I Sort of Do… with Dorian G from Reykjavík)

I have this annoyingly sanctimonious habit of insisting that I don’t have a type, and asserting that having a type is a horribly shallow and unfair thing. Yes, it annoys the fuck out of me to hear someone dismiss a lovely guy for something as trivial as being too short or too tall, too effeminate or too brutish, too simple or too intellectual. The truth is that a personality and spirit can carry a man a long way, and I’ve felt myself swoon at men that I never thought I’d connect with just by looking at them.

​​When I met Dorian G for our shoot at his flat in Reykjavík, he quickly ticked a lot of boxes. He’s short, dark-haired, arty, intellectual, soft-spoken, has a good amount of body hair, is rather pale, has blue eyes (omg blue eyes and dark hair is the most amazing combination). There was even a moment when I was sat next to him on the sofa and I touched his knee. I don’t even know why I did it but he pulled away almost instantly (how embarrassing). I guess him being so perfectly my ‘type’ made me go a bit foolish for a moment.

As ‘perfect’ as he seemed in that moment, these attributes aren’t concrete criteria for me, and that’s important to me. My own partner isn’t like Dorian G but that’s not to say that I dislike his light brown hair, smooth body and IT-geek personality. Yes, I admit it, I do have a type, but it doesn’t rule my heart.

See more of Dorian and read his story in Elska Magazine issue (03) Reykjavík


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