gay travel

Michael Jensen is one half of a nomadic gay couple traveling the world. This is his story of self discovery.

We’ve thought a lot about the whole issue of “coming out” while traveling, because it obviously comes up time and again.

Efteling is still, well, fun.

What if I told you there was a brewing movement where Americans and Western Europeans are starting to adopt an extremely minimalistic lifestyle, eschewing personal possessions and dramatically reducing their carbon footprint?

I’ve always believed life is both pluses and minuses — everything has its price. When I added up this day’s tally, I’d definitely come out ahead.

We assumed the area was an enclave for the rich — a sort of Italian Aspen, or maybe like Monaco. It turns out we were wrong, mostly in ways that delighted us.

We had some of our preconceptions upended and learned a number of unexpected things about our new temporary home.

People often say that they think we’re brothers, but we don’t look anything alike. Why is that?

Want to avoid a bad trip? For us, one specific thing makes all the difference.

Sometimes scary things happen to travelers. But the world isn’t nearly as scary as you might think.

Once in rural South Dakota, we found ourselves trailed by men in a pickup truck who yelled out “Hey, f****ts!” Now a Delta in-flight ad features a gay couple with a kid.

Not long ago in rural Mexico, a cab driver asked if the two of us were brothers.

It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.