If you don’t want to order a Negroni Sbagliato with prosecco in it, there are plenty of other stunning drinks you can get your gay little hands on that also have a…
Tasting notes: This one is real, like a hallucination. You can feel it, see it, and it leaves very little evidence of its passing through your body. Lingers barely on…
Reading The Recovering was like reading a diary full of thoughts I would never have been brave enough to write down. I felt something I’d only ever felt once before,…
Today’s Happy Hour at Home is very straightforward: I’m gonna give you some easy tips-n-tricks for kicking cocktails up a notch by using scraps and other things you already have…
I miss the rare fucking times of being in a room full of entirely queer people. Dancing and shouting together. Even the messy nights, the crying nights. So here’s how…
Norwegians have this word — koselig — that imperfectly translates to “cozy” in English. To be koselig is to be connected, grounded, immersed, intimate. It’s a hard thing to accomplish right now,…
I got sober alone, in a village about an hour north of Kampala, Uganda. I had moved there for a job opportunity, naively confident I, as an openly queer person…