By Marc Weiner
Ron Foxman was just making casual conversation when he pointed at the Torah holder on the right and said to my father: “Well, if that doesn’t look like an erect penis jutting out from a pair of thighs, then I don’t know what does.”
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By D.R. Michael
Imagine the common enough scenario of an adolescent boy turning into a young man and realizing that he is attracted to members of his own sex. Add the geographic context: a small village in the remote countryside many miles from the nearest town, and even further from a city—it does not even matter in which country, the preconditions are the same—resulting in isolation.
By William McMillan
The shower in my motel room heats quickly, so I don’t have to be cold, wet, and naked for long. There’s excellent pressure, the water blasting out as if from a hydrant, creating a racket that muffles the noise roaring out from my chest. …
By Paria Hassouri
I’ve done a lot of thinking in the last three years. My brain has been on a treadmill set at twelve miles an hour with no walk breaks. I’ve thought about my middle child’s relationship with her older brother. They are only two years apart.
By Brad Snyder
We undressed each other on the way to my bed where the lights of the Williamsburg Bridge would frame our naked bodies. Our kissing and touching lasted for hours. But the night, and a summer of nights spent together, came to an end.
By Justin Estoque
Some of my first stirrings of sexual awareness and curiosity sprouted in Boulder, Colorado, where my Dad had summertime meteorological research assignments. I must have been ten, maybe twelve years old.
By Winter Breedlove
If I had to trace my genesis as an asexual trans woman, I’d say that the Radical Faerie commune was my stomping ground.
By Mohamad Roshan
I WAS homophobic because the world of homosexuality was dark and unknown to me. I thought that people with such sexual orientations would degrade society as a whole. These kinds of relationships were unimaginable to me, and I couldn’t accept that someone had erotic attractions with the same sex.
By William Lawrence
MY FIRST CONNECTION with people and organizations that campaigned for gay rights was my introduction to the Albany Trust in the UK. I was a teenager at the time, when a well-meaning teacher of drama came to my rescue.
By Musbah Shaheen
My asylum case is still pending, so the future is still uncertain. Part of the healing process is acknowledging what happened, and today I’m taking another step toward healing. So. here’s to coming out for a second time: I am a survivor of sexual assault.
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