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: