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.”

By Shawn Jackson

I’m a bisexual black man with African and American heritage. I am free to be part of anything that raises my spirit as it raises the spirits of others.

By David Osmundsen

All that time, we held hands. Sometimes, we shared a tiny kiss.

By Mitchell Anderson

Back then, if you were gay in show business, you were pretty much told to shut up about it. “Live your life,” they would say. “Just don’t make a big deal out of it.”

By Wynward Oliver

When Jesús announced he’d invited Christopher Isherwood’s longtime lover, Don Bachardy, over for dinner, he acted as if he was daring me not to know my gay history.