By Brian J Kennedy

Maybe it’s a stretch to say that Dolly Parton and country music helped me come to terms with my sexuality. But I do know that once I fell in love with her music, I never tried to hide it.

By John Sacowicz

For my whole life, I have wondered what it would have been like to be touched by Tom.

By Loren Olson

If I am known in this world at all, I want to be known as myself. I hope you approve, but it no longer matters to me if you do.

By Jonthan Alexander

We had ourselves, our own experiences, our journeys to this moment.  We couldn’t hide anymore. And we didn’t.  

By Edward Gunawan

Yes, the encounter happened, I would remind myself. The card is real. And so are we.

By Meredith May

Managing Edie’s stress tested the limits of our compassion and our strength as a couple, but the shared struggle has bonded us closer than had we been given an easy dog.

By Randi Triant

Somewhere along these years, I’ve made a conscious decision to keep writing stories with characters that have AIDS.

By Ren Iris

Hello world! My name is Ren. I use they/them/their pronouns. These are not my “preferred” pronouns; these are my pronouns.

By Bea Hitchman

Undeniably the gift of aunthood, made us revisit our choices about having children of our own—whatever that might come to mean.

By David Pollak

Colored paper sheets were circulated, in the slightly blurred print of a Gestetner copier, bearing our chants, such as: “2, 4, 6, 8, is that copper really straight?”