The winter, or maybe more so the disproportional darkness that comes along with it, has a sombre effect on my mood. Struggling with depression and anxiety since I can remember, winter and the months leading up to it are every year a challenging time. So far so, that I try to prepare myself… Not only…
Amsterdam Pride: Double Trouble
I will probably get myself in trouble for saying this, but I have to: is probably my favourite pride. Now, now, before all those heads explode, let me emphasise that all the prides that I have been to so far have something special, that makes them unique and worthwhile. In terms of a party weekend…
Berlin Pride: Glitterazzi, Family and Kinky Divas
Berlin Pride was – as always – a true delight. Berlin Pride is one of the traditions that are an absolute priority – unfortunately, normally Berlin Pride clashes with London Pride and therefore I had to miss London Pride more often than not. But this year, thankfully to some form of heteronormative hegemonic manifestation that…
Brussels Pride: Between Nappies and Nurofen
Many people might raise their eyebrows over my choice of pride season opening. Brussels seems to be still astonishingly underrated. Yet there is so much deliciousness hidden there: from the best chocolatiers in the world and caramelised waffles, to a very welcoming landscape of cuisines. The gay scene is admittedly small but has certainly a…