My introduction to Guadalajara began with a surprise snapshot of Mexican heritage. It was hot already for midmorning, and I found myself at the Historico Centro, home to the city’s…

Kelsy Chauvin
Kelsy Chauvin is a freelance writer specializing in LGBTQ interests, as well as travel, culture, cannabis, and more. She contributes to an array of publications including PASSORT, Fodor’s Travel, Lonely Planet, EDGE Media Network, and others.
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Before I ever laid eyes on the northern lights, I asked nearly every Norwegian about them. I heard that the nocturnal spectacle was beauty incarnate. That the lights dance across…
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There are always great reasons to visit Washington, D.C. The capital city is filled with beautiful architecture, powerful cultural sites, and historic neighborhoods. It’s also a dynamic metropolis whose residents…
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Food and friendship, the perfect pairing. In their new food memoir, Uncommonly Good: Stories of Food, Life and the Birth of Good Commons, co-authors Tesha Buss and Matthew Wexler highlight their…
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Marijuana plants are finicky. They need the perfect amount of sun and water, plus mild temperatures. Their soil must be balanced with the right nutrients, and there shouldn’t be too…
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Appetites run big in Chicago. So it makes sense that hearty meals are something of a trademark whether it’s a melty deepdish pizza, Chicago-style hot dog piled high, or even…
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Mexico City is among the great world capitals. It’s home to incredible culture, astounding art, unforgettable cuisine, and a proud LGBTQ community. The city draws millions of international tourists yearly,…
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There was never any real danger, but we were just a few feet away from some wild crocodiles. Lunging distance, you might say, from notoriously fast creatures with their razor-sharp…
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This year, for the first time ever, the Grammy Award for Best Remixed Recording was won by a woman. DJ Tracy Young is the Grammy winner for her Pride Intro…
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The sun was setting as we strolled along Fondamente Nove, where the Venetian Lagoon meets the edge of Canareggio. It was so quiet there, in that pocket of Venice, away…