First Ever Pride in Bishop Auckland Reminds Us Why Local Pride Matters (With Gallery)

Bishop Auckland held its first ever pride event the other week. Huzzah! Another rainbow flag stuck in the ground of the North East! A day and a half of festivities descended on the market town’s Bishop Auckland College, starting on the evening of June 21st as cabaret and drag performances Continue Reading

Paul B. Preciado – Orlando: My Political Biography is Collective Therapy for us

Paul. B Preciado (photographed above by Pierre et Gilles) is a philosopher, curator, writer and now director as his new film Orlando: My Political Biography has been receiving awards around the world and will be released in the UK from July 5th (trailer available here). His area of expertise is Continue Reading

Orlando: My Political Biography Honours Transness as Planetary Revolution

Paul B Preciado’s multi-award winning film Orlando: My political Biography is out 5th July, and is a needed salve in abrasive times. This film has nestled into my heart like very few films do, to the point where I don’t feel like I’m just writing a review anymore (of course, Continue Reading

UN Report says EHRC gave Government a Blueprint for Trans Discrimination

The United Nations Independent Expert on protection against violence and discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity released his report recently following a visit to the UK from April-May 2023. In summary, it is damning in parts and glowing in others.  The report takes a clear stance in line Continue Reading

“Treat them like they’re lying because they probably are” One Trans advocate’s view on the leaked EHRC letter (Exclusive) 

The Equality and Human Rights Commission sent out unsolicited letters in April 2024 to various trans organisations mere days ahead of its  accreditation review from the United Nations Global Alliance of National Human Rights Institutions (GANHRI), following submissions from multiple LGBT advocacy groups detailing its recent change in position on Continue Reading