lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
In This Town
Jess “Let’s go to Arcola, Virginia, where residents have to deal with a horrific display in the center of their beloved town. With the silent tension weighing heavier than the heat of the day, citizens hustle by, trying not to accidentally glance at it.
By Maya Sanden6 years ago in Humans
Being a villain
I don’t know honestly why I’m writing this. Maybe to get help or even let someone see my point of view? I don’t know. I’m just here to talk and if you’re here to listen GOOD LUCK cause the shit that comes out of my mouth is astounding! Ok let’s start with me i guess, I’m 19, 6 foot 2 and I’m still in high school. Yes I got left back in the first grade because I’m a lefty and I wrote everything backwards for a whole year. I’m pretty sure by now you’re probably just thinking “yea okay he’s pretty dumb” I’m telling you it gets better just watch. So of course as you can see I am at the senior stage of my high school life and I am about to leave off to college. Not many might think that this is such a fun experience you know you get to decide if you’re going to go out of state you get to decide if you’re going to stay and you get to pick where you’re going to go you’re basically transitioning into being an adult! But for me this hasn’t really been the best experience I can say I’ve ever had see this is where life comes into play now I can say that in my life I haven’t really been a hoe And I’ve never really been on the dating scene either so for me going onto my first relationship I was a hot mess because I did not know what the fuck to do with myself. So let’s get this straight I dated a boy, for anybody who’s gonna ask now I’m not gay I’m bisexual but this is the first boy that I’ve ever dated so this was all new to me so..... things just were all over the place sometimes where the person I was with had way more experience than me I was still learning how to do certain things like not be a attached motherfucker. Now I know a lot of you are kind of like the attachment part is so cute because you know you’re all over the other person NO ITS NOT FUCKING CUTE especially not when you’re the one that’s attached, you start to feel like you’re annoyingly the person and shit like them leaving or you having to leave MAKES YOU FUCKING CRY okay like I said earlier this could be just a me thing I could just be a super attached bitch and now you must be thinking I’m fucking crazy. I see this is gonna go in a great direction 🤦🏽♂️.
By Najee Wright 6 years ago in Humans
I Was In Love With a Gay Man, and I Didn't Know
I met Clint when I was a junior in high school and he was a freshman. I’ve always had a thing for younger guys, apparently. We were both in band; he played saxophone, I played clarinet. When we met, he was dating a girl named Beverly, but that didn’t last long.
By Demeter DeLune6 years ago in Humans
Nonverbal Exchanges
Logan was preparing to go diving. Along with the rest of nature, he treasured the sea and wished people would put more effort into taking care of it. He enjoyed the schools of fish, the coral, the sea sponges, even the company of someone he met while diving.
By Monique Star6 years ago in Humans
Dating Apps For Gay Men!
Dating in the Gay Community is a thing that exists. I know, if you bring it up in a conversation people will look at you as if you grew eight heads. It’s believed by many that Gay Cis Men are just promiscuous beings who want to have sex and then leave when they’re finished; but the truth is, there are Gay men out there who want to date.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.6 years ago in Humans
Please say yes
It was almost evening on a slow summer day when Jiimin declared that he and Taehyung go on a trip to down the beach to take a as Jimin put it [“An extremely romantic walk by the ocean during sunset”] walk. To which Taehyung tried to agree with equally as much enthusiasm as Jimin, though not really as he had woken Taehyung out of the comfortable nap he was taking out on the porch of their tiny busan house near the beach.
By Taehyungs Muse6 years ago in Humans
Girls will be Gurlz
Girls Will Be GURLZ I spent the entire summer in recollection. For the first time in years I could dwell on the menial thoughts and pleasures of a teen.Or what little time I had left at eighteen. At age ten my mother passed away abruptly from cancer. The last of girly interaction we had together as mother and daughter was..sparse. She helped me put on my earrings a month before she died. As a teenager I always at some point struggled to be ladylike. Rugged, awkward, aloof and as more time passed skinny. All of the baby fat I acquired through adultrification, school and stress slowly trimmed away. I steadily kept to myself and was determined to stay as such in college. Hard to believe, even now, I would meet or befriend a few characters unlike myself. Every other girl from D.C made girls from Maryland look..well..stuck up. Or complacent. When I met Tanya Evans, it was during freshman orientation week The initial move-in trial for all freshman to get acquainted or familiar with campus, class schedules and departure from home. Being on my own was nothing new. But I distinctly remember Tanya asking at lunch, " You eat meat?" My entire plate was filled with romaine salad and ranch dressing. I refused to eat anything more than cranberry juice and vegetables. My newfound shape pronounced femininity, control and an identity I could live with despite the lack thereof. However, I was intrigued and joined her alongside a group of girls I hardly knew. Each vastly different than the next, and by personality alone I learned their names before lunch was over. Tanya being the warmest of the group swung her poetic justice box-knot braids every so often from her face when she spoke. We had much in common, and she laughed at how stoic I answered her from compared to the other girls. Niecey sat adjacent of Tanya and I, who for the very best of her spoke in-and-out of conversation with her boyfriend on loud speaker. She popped gum alike the turn of wheels on a car, and constantly smoothened her short bob hair cut with a mini comb she had attached to a lime green key chain (of a dozen keys that clatched against her wide hips.) Kristen, a girl that later joined us at the table reverses her chair backward and places down a bowl of cereal and red gatorade. Her high top Nike shoes screech in-toe of her noisy swish-swish sweatpants. She flung her thick honey blonde dreads aback of her pointy shoulders and politely shook my hand. She says aloud, "Basketball tryouts comin' next week on Monday at 8. You should come by the gymnasium and try out. You seem like you've played ball before." Niecey chimes in, "Scuse me..we dont know this girl." My jaw drops, and before I can move my mouth to speak, Kristen says, "Bitch.. I just met you like two days ago." Niecey snickers aloud, her boyfriend readily says on speaker "Who?" Tanya waves her hand dismissively, her giant brown eyes light up in laughter along withthe other girls. Perhaps I'm slow, but another girl from the edge of the table asks, "What'd ya do?" I barely understand the context of her question, from the look on my face the same girl says, "Oh she such a sweetheart. Where you from?" I straighten my back and lowly respond, "I'm from Maryland." Niecey clashes, "Err' body know Maryland girls guh'... like.. shit. She a miss plain jane." Kristen licks her lips from off a spoonful of cereal and playfully rubs her palms together, "Not if I know first." Tanya shakes her head in dismay and focuses attention onto Kristen, "No girl..that's not for you to know." The other girl introduces herself, "Scuse them, they actin' up t'day. Im Sky, what's your name?" My voice barely above a whisper, "Marie." Another girl pulls up a chair and places her tray dramatically onto the table, she too has dreads but they are pulled uptop the crown of her head in a short ponytail. She wafts amongst the table an earthy, skunk-like odor that pulls attention off of me immediately but not in a way I expect. Niecey briefly stops talking to her boyfriend and says to the girl, "Im'ma need a dub from you girly when we get back to the dorms." Tanya neatly folds a ten dollar bill and slides it over to the girl, whom carefully clasps hands with me and nods to handover to Tanya. (A baggy of rough mixture the size of a quarter from what I could feel within my palm.) Niecey hangs up the phone and menacingly clicks her long green acrylic nails, "Daddy has a small get-to-together later on at his place, he said I could bring some ah' you cus' his friends'll be there." Kristen hops excitedly in her chair, "Ahhh shit, they got patron. Bet..Lala you comin'." Niecey rolls her neck, her pearl necklace almost stiffins when she says, "Uh bitch you got a friend that's striaght?" Sky eyes me, and quickly guzzles a water bottle (I learn shortly after is full of vodka.) "You in?" The girls become quiet and await an answer. (Please keep in mind I knew less than fifty percent of what they were talking about, but for the first time in my life I wanted to be apart of something. Anything. It felt liberating and I theoretically wanted 'in' on the action.) I shrug innocently, "Yea, sure." We all decide to regroup and meet throughout "Khadijah's room." Strange enough her dorm is literally a few doors away from my room and I have yet to meet her. A short and squatty girl answers the door before us all, she embraces Lala kindly and flops onto a bed covered entirely of soft, velvet pillows. She types rapidly throughout a small laptop and beckons I close the door. And once I do, the song "Deuces" beams loudly from a portable speaker placed conveniently upon a window sill center of the room. All dorms were made similar and the windows were placed front and center as to overlook the campus soccer field. A small driveway swerves all throughout the campus to allow traffic (from michigan avenue.) Just slightly beyond the soccer field reveals a sight I soon aspire or obsess over just by sound alone (a street neatly aligned of vibrant pink cherry blossom trees that leads further downtown, several blocks away from the Capitol.) My attention reverts back unto a conversation I miss entirely, and as usual I quietly overhear and blend alike the masses. Lala lyes beside Khadijah on her bed slowly blowing smoke into perfect O's. Niecey tosses a bill onto Lala, who pretends to be unbothered as she enters the room. Sky stumbles from leaning against a wall and walks toward me, her breath smelt of strong ligour, "You ever smoke before?"
By MarieMarie Urban 6 years ago in Humans
