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The Pink Vote: Myth or Market Segment?

The Pink Vote: Myth or Market Segment?

Politicians like to imagine a tidy pink herd trotting obediently to the ballot box. In truth, queers vote like cats cross a road: distracted, contradictory, and halfway changing their minds. Marketing departments love that—makes for a colourful chart. But behind the graphs sit people who’ve long stopped believing anyone speaks for them. Maybe the only real bloc is the one that stays home.

Why We Still Need Fetish Bars

Why We Still Need Fetish Bars

Algorithms don’t smell of leather or fear. In the bar, you learn the difference between courage and costume. You pay for your drink, not your bandwidth, and look someone in the eye before you beg. These places aren’t museums—they’re laboratories for honesty. Close them, and watch the world grow more polite, and more dishonest.

Grindr in the Family WhatsApp

Grindr in the Family WhatsApp

It started with a screenshot. My uncle thought he’d found a funny meme; he hadn’t. One misplaced tap and suddenly my torso was the family group chat’s new wallpaper. The chat went quiet—then came the flood of emojis, half confusion, half gossip. By dinner, I was both a cautionary tale and the most talked-about man in Brabant.

My Journey to Finding Safe Spaces

My Journey to Finding Safe Spaces

A personal story about navigating queer nightlife in Europe, and how technology quietly taught me courage.

The Digital Confessional: Why Digital Tools Matter

The Digital Confessional: Why Digital Tools Matter

Exploring the intersection of technology, policy, and personal autonomy in modern relationships.

The Left’s Rainbow Fetish

The Left’s Rainbow Fetish

Nothing shines like a cause with good lighting. The left waves its flags, convinced it invented colour. But scratch the surface and it’s the same bureaucracy, just scented with virtue. Every election brings a new slogan, slightly stickier than the last. Liberation, once a verb, now comes laminated.

The Night My Ex and My Therapist Met

The Night My Ex and My Therapist Met

It was meant to be an ordinary session—some weeping, a little progress. Then the doorbell rang and in walked my ex, the new intern. The room shrank to a confession booth. Every secret I’d shared was now seated opposite me, in sensible shoes. Therapy, it turns out, works best when you’ve already survived the experiment.

When BDSM Became Therapy

When BDSM Became Therapy

Suddenly everyone’s healing through pain, journaling after impact, calling trauma a kink. The whip replaced the couch, and no one knows whether to moan or analyze. It’s touching, in a bleak way—how even pleasure must now be productive. This essay ties the safe word to the therapist’s clock. Both cost by the hour.

Culture War Collateral

Culture War Collateral

The wars are fought on screens, but the bodies still bruise. Queers turned into thumbnails, comments, and cautionary tales. Everyone wants a piece of the outrage; no one wants the phone call at night. This essay is for those who log off and still can’t sleep. The noise fades, but the echo stays rented in your head.

The Neighbor Who Asked Too Much

The Neighbor Who Asked Too Much

So there I am, minding my own business in the hallway—literally just trying to get my groceries inside before the ice cream melts—when Derek from 3B corners me. Again. Derek, who thinks we're best friends because we're both "alternative lifestyle people," which is his cringe way of saying he's realized I'm gay and he's... well, let's call him "adventurous with his wife on weekends."

The Unseen Gay Right Wing

The Unseen Gay Right Wing

They don’t march, they host fundraisers. Silk ties, neat hair, the quiet arrogance of the tolerated. They talk about tradition as if they’d invented it yesterday. Their rebellion is cleanliness, their protest a tax cut. No flags, no chants—just a sense they’ve already won.

Engineering Intimacy: How KinkFactor was built to protect what most platforms exploit: trust.

Engineering Intimacy: How KinkFactor was built to protect what most platforms exploit: trust.

Building a digital space for desire sounds simple until you try it. The words data, privacy, and pleasure rarely share a sentence comfortably. Most tech products start with scale and convenience; we started with vulnerability. What happens when the thing you’re designing for is not just connection, but consent?

Kink Without Sex

Kink Without Sex

"They say it's about energy, connection, the dance of power," a client once told me, half-dismissive, half-curious. "But isn't kink without the sex just... incomplete?" It's a question I hear often in my practice, usually wrapped in skepticism or confusion. Some see it as dilution, a softening of something that was once visceral and raw. Others find it liberating—a way to explore desires without the complications that physical intimacy can bring. By guest writer Eric van Dieren.

Trans Rights and Gay Silence

Trans Rights and Gay Silence

Silence has become the polite thing to do. Safer to sip your drink and scroll past the shouting. But each kept opinion turns to stone in the gut. Once we fought to speak; now we practice disappearing. History has a way of remembering who stayed quiet.

The Fetish Photographer’s Dilemma

The Fetish Photographer’s Dilemma

Every frame steals a secret. Too much light and the magic dies; too little and it becomes porn. The photographer hovers between art and betrayal, lens fogged by their own pulse. Everyone wants to look at desire, no one wants to be seen wanting. This essay catches that flicker before the shutter lies.

The Gay Agenda No One Asked For

The Gay Agenda No One Asked For

There was a time when the fight for equality meant something concrete. Marriage rights. Employment protections. The radical notion that consenting adults shouldn't be criminalized for whom they love. Simple stuff, really. The kind of thing any reasonable person could get behind without needing a graduate seminar in critical theory to understand what was being asked.

Sex Work and the Moral Majority

Sex Work and the Moral Majority

There is something obscene about how people pretend to be shocked by sex. Not by violence, not by greed, not by power—no, by something as soft and utterly human as two bodies agreeing, often with a little money in between, to be vulnerable together. The so-called moral majority, that collective of nervous souls who frown at everything sensual yet scroll through online temptation after midnight, has always needed an enemy to confirm its virtue. Sex workers are convenient for that. They embody the chaos of desire—honest, transactional, unashamed.

When Pride Became Routine

When Pride Became Routine

It used to feel like protest; now it’s another Saturday with branded floats. The music’s louder, the meaning quieter. I walked beside the bank’s rainbow balloon, feeling like a prop in someone else’s virtue ad. Then a drag queen kissed me mid-march—lipstick, sweat, sincerity. For a second, the noise turned human again.

The Leather Scene Rewrites Itself

The Leather Scene Rewrites Itself

Once it smelled of smoke, sweat, and something close to defiance. Now the leather scene drafts press releases and worries about inclusivity statements. Still, under the polished harnesses, the old hunger stirs—anonymous, tender, unrepeatable. This isn’t nostalgia; it’s a reminder that filth built freedom. And freedom, once washed too clean, forgets what it cost.

Gay Conservatives, Loud and Uninvited

Gay Conservatives, Loud and Uninvited

They arrive at the party unannounced, wearing blazers and guilt. The left sneers, the right flinches, and both pretend not to stare. Yet here they are, quoting Milton Friedman with glitter still on their sleeves. Perhaps rebellion simply moved into a different postcode. Or maybe it’s just another way to stay difficult.

Between Law and Lust: Why Europe’s consent laws can’t quite keep up with human desire—and how tech keeps trying anyway.

Between Law and Lust: Why Europe’s consent laws can’t quite keep up with human desire—and how tech keeps trying anyway.

Europe loves regulation the way the Church once loved confession: it promises order in exchange for guilt. Every click, every swipe, every flicker of data must kneel before acronyms like GDPR, DSA, and ePrivacy. The intention is noble—protect the citizen from exploitation. But when the subject isn’t shopping or banking, but consent itself, things get strange.

From Fear to Freedom: Or, How I Stopped Panicking and Started Clicking

From Fear to Freedom: Or, How I Stopped Panicking and Started Clicking

For most of my twenties, I treated intimacy like public transport: necessary, but best endured quietly and with minimal eye contact. Dating was less about romance and more about damage control. Every encounter began with enthusiasm and ended with a vague sense of having signed something I hadn’t read.

Collective Genius, or: The Democracy of Desire: We asked for your feedback. You gave it at length.

Collective Genius, or: The Democracy of Desire: We asked for your feedback. You gave it at length.

It turns out that building a community platform means opening your inbox to humanity in its raw, unfiltered glory. We said, tell us what you need, and you did. Repeatedly. Sometimes in all caps. After reading through several hundred suggestions, threats, and philosophical essays disguised as bug reports, we’ve distilled what’s next for KinkFactor.

Beyond Amsterdam: A Weekend Guide to Berlin’s Queer Underworld

Beyond Amsterdam: A Weekend Guide to Berlin’s Queer Underworld

Notes, warnings, and minor revelations from the city that still mistakes chaos for culture.

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