Life as Lived Is Enough
BY Stanley Ely
A smidgen of greed does slip in as November days grow shorter and colder, and I think of how I’d like someone to cuddle with. But, I ask, why do I miss a relationship when so many turn out badly?
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My Road to Empowerment
By Chloe O. Davis.
I feel absolutely beautiful—elevated in my faith and graceful in my being. My unique identity is my story and my purpose. My labels are complex, not complicated. My labels don’t define me but I give them the power to affirm.
MoreThe Practice Never Ends
By Nina Kennedy
As a teenager, I performed as a piano soloist throughout the U.S., South America, and the Caribbean. Eventually I came to New York to study at Juilliard and continued to search for love in women’s bars. My second year at Juilliard, I met the woman who taught me what love was …
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Our Marriage Is Transactional, Our Love Is Not
By Edward Jackson
Neither Ric nor I envisioned our first year of married life would be this way.
Luck, Lesbians, and Literature
By Diana Souhami
My need for self-expression began as a struggle with otherness, my confusion and inarticulacy about being lesbian. I was born in 1940. I grew up without words to express what I felt and with no one to tell them to, even if I could have found such words. I had no role models, no books to read.
Dandelion Child: My Rape and Recovery
By Marcus Talberg
The summer I turned 13, I’d almost managed to accept that I’m gay. At the time I didn’t have anyone I could talk to about it. There were no role models that I could relate to, and it was back in the early 2000s, long before social media. The idea of meeting people over the internet was still very new.
Making Flesh the Ghost: Transitioning in Youth
By Isabel Grey
Even my earliest memories are those of not recognizing my reflection in the mirror. I expected to see long hair. What I saw looking back was a feminine child with soft features and white eyebrows, crying hard as a barber shaped and trimmed my sandy hair into a short bowl cut.
From My Heart to My Three Gay Children
Margie Candler
[I] saw a small piece of paper folded up many times. I pulled it out, unfolded it, and saw these words: “Dear Mom and Dad: I love you very much. I hope you will not find this note until I am at least 18 and out of the house, but I am gay. This is not your fault. I am still your son. I love you, Paul.”
The Unspoken
By Stephen House
I’m a fortunate man to have experienced the life and love I have and the amazing journey I’ve been on. Coming out is a part of that. It was the right thing to do for me and for her; of that I’m sure.
A Journey to Belonging
By Opa Hysea Wise
It’s been decades since I came out as a queer, mixed-race brown woman. And still the last bastions of feeling like an “other” nip at my heels. Perhaps, it is my shaved head and my brown skin that covers the faint remnant of a muscular build from years of weight training that gives people pause.