Opinion: Christmas Wish to End Homophobic Bullying

EILE Magazine

London is full of various Christmas Markets, attracting visitors from near and far. London is full of various Christmas Markets, attracting visitors from near and far.

Scott De Buitléir writes about a recent weekend in London, and a realistic Yuletide wish 

My boyfriend and I took a trip over to London for the weekend, something I had been looking forward to for ages. London at Christmastime is just magical, energetic, and just as romantic as I had hoped.

We weren’t the only couple who were enticed to the Christmas Markets. Just near the Tate Modern, we both spotted this adorable young gay couple, holding hands as they wandered between the crowds and the little huts. They were probably no older than about 21, and both my boyfriend & I couldn’t help but smile at them, clearly completely in love.

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EILE Magazine Media Partners for Béar Féile 2015

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Dublin Bear's events, including Béar Féile 2015, will now be available here on EILE Magazine. Dublin Bear’s events, including Béar Féile 2015, will now be available here on EILE Magazine.

EILE Magazine is delighted to announce that it is teaming up with Dublin Bears to become Official Media Partner for Béar Féile 2015, the jam-packed bear weekend which will take place next March. 

Over the coming months in the lead-up to March, you can find out about the latest news and event updates from the Dublin Bears here on EILE Magazine – both on our daily-updated website and in our monthly editions

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The Day I Held My Boyfriends Hand – #HumansofHomophobia Campaign by #UCCLGBT

OlanHarrington.com

I held my boyfriends hand yesterday. I caught it, as I usually do on University College Cork campus and held it until we reached the main gates, only this time I didn’t let go. We moved along the Western Road, towards Washington Street, and as we reached the innards of Cork City something strange lingered over me.

I had become anxious, and soon I wasn’t speaking, I was afraid.

I shot glances around in my silence, searching for anyone who might do us harm, I felt an unease as cars slowed down next to us…I wondered whether they would shout “faggot,” or “queer,” at us, as they had done before in previous relationships of mine and other eras of times when I felt like showing my love and affection in the act of simple hand holding. I wanted to keep holding because it was cold, and it felt so comforting…

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