A gay, white, male Creative Director friend of mine was casting a series of commercials and having a boardroom showdown over diversity. The highly resistant client lost their temper and accused him of trying to fulfill some personal mission.

He replied, no. That diversity is just what the world looks like. His personal mission was to regularly cast LGBTQ characters in ads, and call these, “ads.” Not, “gay ads.”

When he then asked if he could rewrite one of the commercials with an LGBTQ couple instead, a weighty silence hung in the boardroom. “Nope? OK,” he said into the void…

It’s our anniversary. A year of COVID. And almost a year since a little bird paid me a visit.

Last March, after watching the news creep over the continent, panic buying at the supermarket, and upping my Netflix membership I knuckled down for what I thought would be a couple of weeks. Ah, the naivety of youth.

Not since the first year of my divorce had I had so much time to myself. That post-divorce quiet was self-imposed, Lockdown 1 was state-imposed. …

And breath out… I’ve been holding mine for four years.

Let’s talk about that inauguration.

All the flags, nice touch.

Fashion. It was like a primary color collection from the House of Pantone. And I loved it. The Winner? Michele. Best Outfit in a Supporting Role.

Gaga. Amazing.

J-Lo. I would not have wanted to go after Gaga. But she busted out some Spanish up there, so props.

And Biden. Good, sure, anything else really. He feels solid. But Kamala is the one I’m excited about.

And Amanda Gorman. Am I the only one who didn’t know that there’s a…

Hallo von Zwischen den Jahren

I’ve been staring at the keyboard for hours.

Starting a piece.


Deleting and starting again.

After doing this a few times, I realized that this is a pretty good analogy for this year.

I started a piece about a greatest hits of New Year’s Eves from my lifetime. But scrolling through my photos of where I was on December 31sts gone, I found I didn’t want to dwell in the past. There were some great ones. But to honest, I’m tired of seeing #TBT social postings of everything that we did. I don’t want…

What to say about this year? It was the year where you couldn’t avoid the news because we were all right in the middle of it.

I hear people calling this year, The Great Reset. It got me thinking that maybe it’s not such a bad idea to make it official. And from January 1st reset the planet to the year 1AC.

Diary makers will be furious considering 2021 calendars are on the stands already. But if we look past the inconvenience to our stationary brothers and sisters, there could be a huge upside to this.

I’m not a Christian…

How does your city sound in 2020?

When I’ve been on social feeds or texting with friends, you see pictures, memes and messages about how the cities we live are now wastelands. Everything is shut, there’s nowhere to go, everyone has locked themselves away.

But earlier this year, when I would ride my bike around Berlin having full Vanilla Sky moments, I was struck the hardest not by the visual emptiness, but by the almost silence. …

Photo by @alexhotels

There were two very important pieces of news this week. The first is that three working vaccines are rolling off production lines and being distributed globally. It’s possible that people in Europe are going to start receiving vaccinations in January, maybe even earlier. We don’t know how long the tunnel is, but there is light at the end of it.

The other piece of news is that World AIDS Day was on December 1. …

photo by @yavdat

Greetings from Berlin, dear reader. I don’t how you’re doing with your lockdown, but our sequel here in Berlin has been going OK for me. And when I say OK, I mean good and bad.

Besides the Netflix junkie behavior, obsessing over bread on Instagram yet cooking none myself, and sitting round the campfire with my existential dread, being couped up alone is having some other odd side effects on my life.

The announcement this week that Lockdown 2 was being extended to December 20th prompted two thoughts; 1. The Chancellor has avoided being the Canceller of Xmas, although the…

’Twas the month before Christmas, and all through Berlin,

Not a raver was stirring, there’s no clubs to get in,

Fishnet stockings were hung in the WG with care,

In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there,

But a fear keeps us up as we lay in our beds,

That COVID may strike our Xmas plans dead,

That Mutti may say, none of ye can go,

And that we all may spend our Weinachtens alone.

Greetings from Berlin dear readers, as we near the end of our month long lockdown. But that’s the question, isn’t it? …

In the world of the X-Men films, ordinary people develop fantastical powers via a small genetic mutation. Hugh Jackman as the Wolverine had the ability to automatically regenerate his body. Through a small genetic mutation, I also have an X-Men power. Which is to look like him. Hugh, that is. Not Wolverine.

If you’ve known me at all during my American life, you might be familiar with the phenomena of me getting mistaken for Hugh Jackman. Not once. Not twice. When I lived in LA when it happened several times a week for nearly a decade.

I’ve never actually met…

Karl Dunn

Author of Berlin Stories Blog https://www.karldunn.com/berlin-stories / Author of the book “My Gay Divorce”

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