Every sidewalk is a catwalk in Waikiki. From speedo-clad sunbathers to local queens strutting Kalākaua with iced coffees, this is where fashion meets sweat in the most fabulous way. Bring your best resort wear—or at least something that makes strangers ask, “Where’d you get that?”

He says it’s a “sweet ride.” We say it’s one pothole away from a GoFundMe for your ER visit. Yes, mopeds look cute in theory—but so does a puka shell necklace until you wear it. Get a real scooter or just walk and look hot doing it.

You blinked and now they’re posting shirtless jungle selfies from Haʻikū and using “Aloha Friday” unironically. It’s not a phase—it’s island fever. Maui has that power, especially over gay men who wore linen once and now think they’re plant-based shamans.

Let’s be clear: standing on a board for five seconds while hungover does not make you Kelly Slater. Honolulu beaches are littered with brave, delusional attempts—and we love to watch. Surfing’s a sport. You? You’re a vibe.

Yes, even the fashion-forward ones. Hear us out: the aloha shirt isn’t just your uncle’s cruise uniform—it’s a Hawaiian rite of passage. But it has to be the right one. No parrots. No beer logos. No tourist trap garbage. Just soft cotton, bold print, and a subtle “I might break into hula or a martini-fueled monologue” vibe.

You came for the sunsets and shirtless surfers, but let’s be honest: breakfast in Waikiki is the real main character. Between the loco moco that could end wars, the ube pancakes sent straight from gay heaven, and the bottomless coffee poured by someone who calls you “hon,” mornings here hit different. You’re not just breaking your fast—you’re making a scene.

In Hawaii, shoes stay outside, and aloha stays in! Learn why removing your shoes before entering a home is an essential island tradition—and how to do it right.

Welcome to Hawaii, where staying dry is a myth and sweat is just part of the experience. If you came here expecting crisp, cool breezes and zero humidity… that’s adorable. Whether you’re strolling through Waikiki, hiking a lush trail, or just existing outside, you’re going to glisten. But don’t fight it—embrace it. Because Hawaii isn’t just a place, it’s a state of moisture.

Some men come to Hawaii for the beaches. Others come for the culture. And then there are those who come with a suitcase full of tank tops, a questionable moral compass, and no real plans besides “see what happens.” This is for them.

Spring has arrived in Hawaii, which means the trade winds are blowing, the sun is shining, and your inner frisky little coconut is ready to be cracked open. Whether you’re hitting the beach, the bars, or just the nearest mirror to admire yourself (because, obviously), here’s how to embrace peak cruising season and make the most of these gloriously longer days and hotter nights.

In a plot twist no one saw coming, the Hawaiian Volcano Observatory is facing eviction due to federal budget cuts, just as Kilauea puts on its most fabulous lava show yet. Timing is everything, darling.​

Gay brunch isn’t just a meal—it’s a commitment to excellence. It’s the mimosas-to-food ratio, the post-brunch outfit coordination, and the silent but understood rule that if you don’t take at least one group selfie, it never happened. In Honolulu, where beachside brunches blend into afternoon cocktails, the stakes are even higher. Skip your weekend gay brunch at your own risk—but know that we will judge you for it.

Let’s be honest—learning to surf is hard AF. But if you think actually riding waves is a requirement to be a hot surf bro (or sis, or they), think again. Sometimes it’s enough to just hold the board, let the salt mist hit your hair, and make it look like you belong in a photoshoot. So grab that oversized longboard, post up on the sand, and let people assume you’re a pro—no wipeouts necessary.