lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
A Different Kind of Love
I remember the first time I ever fell in love. I was nineteen years old, and up until that point, I had been dating for company and convenience. Every relationship that I had was casual and meaningless and served to do nothing but evoke a sense of longing in me; a longing for more depth, for more passion, just for MORE. I would lie awake at night thinking: Is this it? Is this the summation of my love life? Or rather the absence of one. The absence of the passion which was all-encompassing in my life seemed to captivate my waking and sleeping mind. I should probably mention that I was also deeply closeted at the time. I kept flitting from guy to guy like bees flit between flowers searching for the best pollen. Until I met my first girlfriend, I had been picking up the wrong kind of pollen, I suppose. I would tell myself, "I'll date a girl after I break up with this guy!" However, the fear of what coming out could do to me, a child of a religious, conservative family, proved to be more of an incentive than love.
By Seattle Greer8 years ago in Humans
The Red Evening
The evening is ruined in an instant. No warnings precede it and I’m left wondering how everything had gone so horribly wrong when just a moment ago it was by my perception close to being perfect. The day started as any day usually did for me during the cold winter month of December in Buffalo, New York. My phone alarm serenaded me awake with the rising timbre of beach waves hitting the shore as bird calls echoed in the background. I picked this particular one after reading an article about how early morning alarms could significantly impact an entire day. This was in vain as I existed in a constant state of dysania from reading or watching emotionally gut wrenching films late hours into the night.
By Richie Wills8 years ago in Humans
And 3 Makes Tension
This is the first time that I am putting this story into writing, and it freaks me out a little bit. The person, my co-star, if you will, will never read it, and even if he does, he can’t get ahold of me to yell about it. The reason for that is a different topic than this one; this is about the worst date that I have ever been on. Sadly, this story is 100% true. However, I have changed names to protect the not so innocent; I choose to put my life out there for consumption, they do not. Are you intrigued yet? I hope so because we are about to begin.
By Edward Anderson8 years ago in Humans
How Far We've Come
Life for gay people has never been easy; I wish I could beat around the bush about that, but in all honesty, there’s never really any beating around any bushes anyway. In other words, what I’m saying is that I am a gay man living in an extremely modern culture in Southern England. And as I reflect on my life since coming out I genuinely think it’s the best decision of my life, whether I chose to at the time or not.
By Josh Adams8 years ago in Humans
Home
I roll over in bed, my sheets getting tangled up around my ankles as I kick them away from me, the heat becoming too much for me to bare, as I sit up in bed and run my hand through my hair, brushing the damp strands stuck to my forehead away from my face, I pick up my phone seeing that it is 6:08am, the sun will be rising soon, it's February eighteenth today, the date weighing heavy on my heart.
By Lily Haycraft8 years ago in Humans
Identities
I will never forget when I first realized that I wasn’t normal. I remember realizing I was attracted t I was actually a young child, so I suppose that they were only girls, but I was too, and in any case I had little to no interest in the opposite sex, other than wanting to be friends with them. I didn’t understand why anyone did like boys like that. Boys were dirty and gross and too much like me, in all honesty-even though I was rejected by all of them for friendship purposes because I was a “girl”, and I should do “girly” things. Girls were pretty and they were somewhat nicer to me (because I was a “girl”, and I guess that was good enough reason to tolerate me at least, even if they didn’t like me.) But I would never tell anyone that. How could I tell anyone that I had a crush on a girl?
By Aiden Mullins8 years ago in Humans
Becoming Me
Part One: Ever since I was a kid, I had always been just one of the guys. Playing sports, riding bikes, complete “tomboy” as others would have described me growing up. Pretty much if the boys were doing it, then I was right there with them. Staying inside and playing with dolls or doing my hair in pretty little dresses just wasn’t for me. Once I could dress myself my wardrobe quickly became a ponytail for my long hair to be thrown up in, my heads and oversized t-shirts would do well for the games we’d play as kids. Muddy sneakers thrown off in the grass so we could all feel the squishy mud between our toes. I was just one of the guys. Although on the outside there was something different about me. I was born a female with all the correct female parts. Yet something inside always seemed off to me.
By Jessie Bradford8 years ago in Humans
What Not to Ask People Who Are Polyamorous. Top Story - February 2018.
Hi, I'm Ayshen and I am in a polyamorous relationship with my girlfriend and boyfriend. Honestly, we are lucky to live in a small city that is completely open to alternative relationships and accepting of all people, so coming out on social media and to friends and family wasn't too daunting.
By Ayshen Irfan8 years ago in Humans
The “Gay” Life
I know you're probably wondering, “TWO pretty faces? MARRIED?! Something can’t be right,” but no... it’s where we belong. I’m beyond happy to stand where I stand today, to say I’m a lesbian and I’m happy with the life I live and the shoes I walk in. Most people will say they were born gay, but I think I’m mature enough to say when I realized my sexuality was different then the other little girls around me. Back when I was in kindergarten, we had nap time where you get a blue pad to lay on and grab your blanket. Everyone grabbed their blankets while I grabbed the closet blue cot to a girl I thought at the time would like me (some little girl who is now irrelevant). The point was, I knew then at a young age that something was different about me and I mustn’t show face too soon to my parents. So years flew by, where I’m now in middle school. My mom moved us (my little brother, who was diagnosed with autism as a baby, myself, and my mother) to Motel 6. She was a single mom who tried her best to raise her two kids with no help, not even from the men who helped bring us into this world. But anyways, it was my first day at school and I was really nervous being that we were homeless and this was a NO UNIFORM policy middle school, so you just wore your whole wardrobe to school, and being that we were practically homeless, I had but so many options to choose from for school. My first period was science and in front of me sat a girl I could actually say was the word beautiful. She smiled like no other, her hair looked so soft as if it didn’t needed to be touched, and everyone except me knew of this girl. Her name was Angel (who is now my wife). I was so nervous to speak to her the way everyone else was, so comfortable with speaking to her—I just wished I could do the same. So I wrote her a note, and only 1 minute later she wrote me back... she liked me just as much as I liked her. The first thing that came to mind was my mother.
By Unique Dionca'8 years ago in Humans
