Ohio’s capital city (and the third largest city in the Midwest) has everything you’d ever need, including the world’s best ice cream, one of the country’s largest universities, and a hoppin’ LGBTQ scene.
Here’s a DIY guide to enjoying a queerified Bronx.
If you can handle the rain, you’ll be handsomely rewarded by my beloved hometown of Vancouver, one of the gay-friendliest cities in Canada!
It’s a little village, but it’s got a whole lot of gay per square kilometer.
A beautiful city with the best name for an LGBT organization you’ve heard all year.
Washington DC through the eyes of a hyper-social resident and her pet unicorn.
It rains a lot here, which means the girls are extra wet.
When the water is turquoise and the sun is out and the coastline is spectacular, politics don’t seem necessary.
“It’s the Peter Pan of cities.”
“And yes, every day in this Queer Mecca is like an episode of Portlandia.”
“I envision Montréal as some sexy androgyne character with a sweet moustache and a pair of lacy panties.”
“It’s like being an anonymous bear in an anonymous bearcave 30,000 feet in the air.”
I have lived in Portland for one month. Here are 28 of my 100% accurate observations to date, translated with some fidelity from the bar napkin I scrawled them on.
“Istanbul’s only lesbian bar is on the fifth floor of an apartment building… Its entrance was marked with pictures of Victoria’s Secret models in angel wings.”
My girlfriend and I couldn’t find any lady-specific gay travel tips when planning our Epic Summer of Travel, so I figured I’d create my own. First up: Bali, where when the sun came up we realized we were in the best place ever.
When vacationing in the desert with 14,000 lesbians, you’re going to need wisps.
Taylor and Kelsey’s whirlwind tour through Texas, replete with kittens, a delightful sex-worker named Rooster and the ballad of the naked woman with oars (who got away).
In the latest installment of your favorite cross-country road trip journal following people named Kelsey and Taylor, Kelsey and Taylor finally make it to New Orleans. But will they ever leave? Or are they just publishing this from a bungalow deep in the Mississippi delta, weeks later?
Kelsey and Taylor fast forward their journey a little, because the first part was boring and full of learning. On the way to New Orleans they learn how to eat, pray, love and remain conscious. Here’s a collection of their pearls of road trip wisdom.