My name is Daniel. I’m a half-Italian, half-Lebanese performance artist. When I moved from Italy to Brussels one year ago, I had no idea what to expect from a place that has chosen a life-size stone statue of a peeing infant as its mascot — the infamous Manneken Pis. As cosmopolitan as it is provincial, Brussels can seem a little schizophrenic at times: two official languages (French and Flemish), wealthy eurocrats versus starving artists, and a sometimes awkward sense of humor paired with a special kindness à la belge. But I was quickly won over and learned that homo life can also be quite lively under the city’s often grey skies… as long as one knows how to find the sometimes hard-to-find venues. So here is my list of tips of where to go and what to do if you’re a fun-loving faggot up for a multilingual adventure in Europe’s capital.