I love my life as a bachelor (or, as one friend suggested, a “biatchelor”), but there are times – February stands out – when romantic love gets blown all out of proportion and even I feel the need to share with someone. Read more.
Maybe it was another lover responsible for our separation, or maybe it was my personal failings. She gave me both these explanations and then she gave me more, until I realized that there was nothing left for either of us to say. Read more.
I made a mental note to tell my dad: a Soviet-era fold-out couch feels like a bed of fists. Read more.
In 2015, I joined eight other international queer journalists in Vienna where we discovered why it is consistently voted the world’s most liveable city. Read more.
The Women’s World Cup attracted a record number of viewers, putting to bed the idea that nobody cares about the women’s game. In the United States, they welcomed home their champion team with a ticker-tape parade. Read more.
Peruana fùtbolistas often face resistance from family, but the sport has proved to be an extremely effective tool for empowering communities. Read more.
Families are weird. Read more.
“Hey, do you want to move to Mexico and be a writer?” It wasn’t a prank. It was a job offer. Read more.
The stakes were high for the organizers of the Russian Open Games, an LGBT-friendly sporting event that took place in Moscow between the Sochi Olympic and Paralympic Games. Read more.
How a trip to South Africa helped turn me into a writer. Read more.