I was born in a very conservative and religious family. Going to the church everyday sunday was part of our lives. I was born and raised listening how wrong it was to be gay, to have sex before marriage and that the devil was just right be my side if i had sinful thoughts. My…
My name is Marco but people know me with my artist name Magió. I am 32 years old and I was born in a small village near Catania, Sicily (Italy). Growing up in Sicily hasn’t been easy. It is a very catholic and conservative village. There was a time when I really hated it and…
When you first told me it would be nice to have me on the project, I thought I had no original story to tell. Giving it a thought, I do have my own story with my past struggles. What I want to talk about is the needed quest to mental health. Of course this is…
When people ask me what’s my safe sex policy, it’s not that easy to reduce it to a few words answer. That’s why it inspired me to write this text to explain, but also to inspire and to teach others about safe sex, although my conclusions might shock some… I’m a gay male in a…
The last year hasn’t been a good year for me. I’ve been feeling down during a big part of it. I was not happy with my professional nor my private life. I was less and less satisfied with what was happening around me and I didn’t know where that would lead me. One year ago,…
I am a scientist, I am a dreamer. This is who I am. I believe in true love, in soulmates spread somewhere at the edges of the world, I believe in love at first sight. It seems like my life floats between my rational being and my extremely emotional irrational part. I have always been…
Some things clearly define me nowadays: a PhD student in Law. Lawyer. Professor. Expat. There are several clichés about what all of that means in practice: serious, discreet, neutral, reserved and… well, boring. Both society and academia expect me to act in a very specific, traditional and predetermined way. Over the last years I struggled…
Last week, after almost six years at the same company, I quit my job to go travel. It’s a scary feeling, I loved my job and I was good at it but something just didn’t feel right. I wasn’t living my own life. I didn’t even know what living my own life means. For as…
As a teenager, I lived with my father, my mother-in-law and my sisters in Brussels. My parents were separated and for years, as for many children, this situation was difficult to accept; especially because my latent homosexuality made my relationship with my father more and more complicated, and also with others. As a very sensitive…
