Jeff Leavell is a writer living in Los Angeles and Berlin. He writes about queer culture, politics and nightlife. His book, Accidental Warlocks, is available on amazon.com. You can find him at his website, jeffleavell.com, or on Instagram.
People are quick to foreclose possibilities in life. But I won't let an obstacle like distance keep me from the man I'm falling in love with.
I've seen drugs ruin lives working the door of an LA gay bar. But as a former addict, I know that sobriety only comes from within—and that we can't judge others, no matter what.
Like I witnessed in New York's club scene in the 80s and 90s, today's queer parties are a space for the marginalized to gather and resist the evil overtaking our world.
I've heard enough stories of rejected queer children to last a lifetime. No two are alike, and none are as cut and dry as you'd think.
In praise of the old-fashioned joys of the flesh.
I see a lot working the door at gay bars in Los Angeles. Twice, patrons taught me what it really means to have a community.
Why loving someone means allowing them to be who they are, even when that person is no longer in sync with who you are.
A visit with my lover in London reminded me that you can either be burdened by social constructs about how to live your life or free from them. I'm choosing the latter.
While some may think there's a limit to the amount of love one can give, I discovered in London that the more my family expands, the more I feel the opposite is true.
When my husband, Alex, saw his life thrown into chaos by bipolar disorder, it left my boyfriend and me in the lurch. But together, the three of us have proved stronger than one crisis.