On Again Looking into Moncrieff’s Proust
By Dale Boyer
Even as I admired the portraits of tortured people pursuing unattainable objects, I also found myself on a different plain of understanding about the foolishness of such pursuits.
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A Different Kind of Coming Out
By Lynn Sally
But there is something significant about this moment, something that deserves telling. For here was a young person looking for inspiration not in unattainable beautify ideals, not in mainstream celebrities, but rather in the margins.
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By Stephen Fox
When I came out in the mid-1960s, gay people were closeted, and drag was an underground art.
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True Colors
By Meredith Indermaur
I listened to and learned from LGBTQ people, starting with my own kid. I got connected to other Christian moms of LGBT children. And I prayed – oh, how I prayed. This was a true labor of love. It was also a deconstruction of my faith, an often fear-filled, messy, and lonely business that gave me a deep appreciation for what my kid and others like them experience on a daily basis.
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Still Life
By David Masello
I have long wanted to live with a split pomegranate or raw oyster on the half shell, even a partially peeled lemon, whose rind corkscrews about the stem of a goblet of wine. I now live instead with yet another coveted element from that imaginary table of still-life objects typical of the Dutch Golden Age …
A Life Behind the HIV Numbers
By Tom Williams
During those nine months, I honestly never thought of HIV. Was I kidding myself? I obviously was. It didn’t occur to the doctors either. They didn’t know I was gay.
Finding My Kind Onscreen during a Global Pandemic
By Elizabeth Burch-Hudson
I have not only found myself, but I have found out that I am not alone. As Jules expresses knowingly: how boring, how simple-minded and how unoriginal the world would be without us.
We Won’t Give In
By Brandon Snead
We lost brilliant minds, artists, musicians, designers, organizers, demonstrators, lovers, and friends. When I think about them, I wonder where they would be tonight.
Reflections of a Bathhouse Employee
By Jameson Farn
Words are not always spoken, as it can be considered intrusive to the ambiance. It’s all about instincts. A certain look can open doors, a glance back is a hello, brushing up against someone as you pass each other can lead to something very quick and intense.
MoreNotes from a Gay Life in Russia
By Jacob Green
Dating a new guy, I would ask: “What would you do if I wanted to kiss you in public or hold your hand?” In most cases, the answer would be “Are you crazy?” or “Forget it, we’re in Russia!”
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