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?”

By Richard Bagarozy

I only imagined that all boys felt as I did when I experienced the intense and almost unsettling vision of male beauty when I fell in love with my classmate.

By Ken Harvey

I used to think that romance meant a moment when time stops and all you understand is the emotion of the here and now. But what happens when you have 25 years of shared experience? How do you forget all that time?

By Michael Cuglietta

I once fancied myself the leader of our little crew of misfits. But, looking back, I believe Jamie to be the real leader.

By Mary Foulk

Stephen and I shared a secret language—of siblings and queer survival.

By Eleni Stephanides
[Celiac disease is] similar to the way in which some people don’t take LGBT people’s sexual orientations seriously (with comments like “It’s just a phase”).

By Patricia Grayhall

I blurted out. “We want to move to Canada…to live together.”