This is Fern, she’s an English Cocker Spaniel 🌿

Fellow rig lover. Had to trade in the sidecar for a basket once we moved to Amsterdam, but once a bike buddy, always a bike buddy

It’s an extreme lack of awareness I’m reminded of every single day while biking in one of the most cycling dense cities in the world.

Here in Amsterdam we say the bike lanes are colored red as a blood stain warning to those ignorant enough to not watch where they’re going.

Thankfully some countries have started sounding the alarm. Germany just posted an advisory notice for trans and non binary travellers to the US.

My girl, Fern 💚

One of my long standing traditions is to visit a local bookstore as my first stop in any city I travel to. I have a treasured collection of bookstore branded bookmarks as a result

I wholeheartedly agree and don’t call myself an expat, but have been *called in* for using immigrant.

Maybe it’s the in-fighting at play, but I’ve been told that as a white American (albeit, trans queer guy) that I shouldn’t use immigrant and instead use migrant.

Never ignoring dog butts 🍑🍑

I know people say it, but I expect it never really gets any easier. You just find ways to cope and keep their memory living on. Sending hugs 🤍🤍

Easily in my top five as well. I can’t stop talking about it. And all those Easter eggs! 🥚🥚👀