I felt lost and depressed – then a Queer Utopia saved me

It felt like my closeted inner teen was being healed (Picture: Sophie Perry)

‘I’m gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club!’

I was singing with all my might, eyes closed, clutching the hand of my fiance, while a fire raged in front of me.

This was back in May this year, and it felt like my closeted inner teen was being healed. 

I was sat with a group of strangers and in many ways, it was the quintessential – if not stereotypical – image of a campfire singalong: glowing embers from the fire danced towards the darkened sky, the sweet smell of roasting marshmallows filled the a...