By Robin Gow

Keith would have been sixty this year. He passed away from AIDS-related complications in 1990. If I could see him, I would tell him that I look for him everywhere I go.

By Sebastian Stuart

I’m happy for today’s queens, but something has been lost. The grittiest corners of gay culture have been sandpapered smooth.

By Lev Raphael

Every statue from the ancient world that I’ve encountered since that day reminds me of the discovery of such unparalleled beauty and the nascent discoveries of self that waited for me in my teens.

By Les Wright

Today, I continue to live with the deeply ingrained need for gay male friendships. These are the people who truly understand me. These are the people, for the most part, that I have relied on in times of need.

By Jessi Harris

I didn’t choose the road to transition because I wanted to be a man. I did so to survive life as I knew it in the 1970’s.

By Ginelle Testa

Nuzzling into her shoulder, I wanted to stay there forever. The fruity smell of either her hair or her perfume came over me. It made me want to cuddle into her further. (My boyfriend definitely doesn’t smell like this.)

By Cinzi Lavin

It was heartbreaking to know that some people didn’t feel safe or comfortable to walk with their hands joined when that was a privilege I had never even questioned having.

By Evanthia George

The light sparkled in Luna’s hair as she stomped in puddles with her tattered pink Converse sneakers. Her eyes were so bright, so happy as I suddenly cupped her cheek and kissed her in the moonlight.

By Jennifer Steil

After a tumultuous year, he decided he couldn’t stay with me because I might leave him for a woman. “But I might leave you for a man,” I pointed out. “Or just because you’re narrow-minded.”