What about the children?
By T.C. Kraven
“What about the children?” As an adult, I’ve heard this question countless times. It’s been asked at any moment when opponents of equal rights sought to cling to their versions of normalcy.
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In the Right Bathroom
By Charnice Nelson
Once I tried pulling my oversized shirt tighter and arching my back slightly to emphasize the fact that, yes, I have curves. It seemed to make them more uncomfortable than the lineup on my fade.
Becoming Daddy
By Steven Favreau
But beneath that exchange is a deeper craving: to be seen beyond the cutout shape that fits someone else’s fantasy, to be granted an inner life as textured as…
Hope Can Be Found in the Gayborhood
By lenny duncan
My parents had no language, or means, to love a kid who described their gender as “angel” to their dad because that was the only non-binary being they could think of.
My Aunt Alice
By Jon Kinnally
My shirt caused a bit of a stir and I was quickly sent home to change. I lived close to the school, so walking home wasn’t a problem. But that day it was. I felt humiliated; it was my first walk of shame.
How I Got Out
By Vee Bassey
I was raised in a strict, fundamentalist Christian household in Lagos State, Nigeria, where my family referred to homosexuality as “a sin to God, worthy of eternal damnation in Hell.”
We Had to Pretend
By Bella Chacha
They moved into an apartment in Lagos. They posted carefully curated photos on Instagram–of them in matching outfits, filtered beach selfies, casual videos of cooking jollof together.
Love is a Revolutionary Act
By Ingrid Hu Dahl
I was born in 1980 to my parents—an interracial couple who fell in love and bravely chose one another, despite racial, familial, and cultural expectations.
The Cost of Bottom Surgery
By Bitty
For those uninitiated, phalloplasty is the kind of bottom surgery which aims to give the patient a life size, workable, and realistic penis.
Processing Time
By Arina Boyko
It’s been 205 days since I last saw my wife and our two dogs. Another thing I try to avoid is counting the days. Sometimes numbers ease you, but not when the number is growing…