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‘It’s time to stop being nightwalkers’: Identity coach Ché Fegan on creating a new landscape for gay men in Ireland
In a time where many gay men still struggle to find themselves, Ché Fagan is making space for them to feel more honest and aligned with themselves. Following his own struggles and travelling the globe, Fagan reflects on his journey to finding himself.
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Last March I embarked on a photographic quest to depict the essence of our much-derided domestic football league. Historical, sometimes dilapidated but always characteristic, League of Ireland clubs’ stadia still retain a quintessential flavour of the game in its simplest form, something that is regrettably absent in the new generation of modern super-stadiums which have…
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Luke ‘Ming’ Flanagan – TD for Roscommon/South Leitrim – has put forward a private members bill in the Dáil for the decriminalisation of cannabis – similar to the line that many U.S states have taken in recent months. I took to the streets of Dublin to find out what the general public view on the bill was,…
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Held on the 27th of October in the stunningly beautiful location of Glendalough House, County Wicklow, Samhain festival was the hot ticket of this year’s celestial season. In association with Life festival, Bodytonic and others, this was the first year the “one night fancy dress musical feast” has been staged, but if the preternaturally positive atmosphere…
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The Web Summit officially opened today bright and early at 9am with found Paddy Cosgrave taking to the main stage. The day was split up between numerous stages in the RDS with some of the biggest names in tech talking about the industry, innovation and moving forward. Big names of the day included Kevin Rose…
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Audio extract from ‘Dracula in the Cathedral’, Saturday 26 October 2013 in St Patrick’s cathedral, Dublin. Performance by Gerard Lee (Jonathan Harker) and Michael James Ford (Count Dracula). https://soundcloud.com/diarmaid-murray/dracula-audio
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It was a filthy night. The rain beat against our backs and bounced up onto our bodies, as we weaved our way heads-down, hoods up, through the torrent of water, towards the Everyman Theatre on MacCurtain Street. We passed a lone saxophonist propped against a lamp-post, seemingly unaware of the deluge, immersed in his own…
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