Authenticity
By Wynne Nowland
I decided to draft an email to my colleagues explaining that, the next day, I would be coming to work as Wynne — donning a woman’s business suit, makeup, jewelry, and my chic new pixie hairstyle.
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My Time with Glenn
By Paddy Reid
Ethel asked to speak to me privately, and told me about Glenn, her son, who was gay; he was their pride and joy. But now was in Madison General Hospital with what was then considered a new, scary illness: HIV-AIDS.
How Roy Cohn Saved My Life
By James Gaynor
So I found myself telling a camera about how Roy Cohn had saved my life — because, during the two years when the virus was at its most transmittable and when I would have been at my most enthusiastically sexual, I was celibate.
Embracing Change as a Mother
By Lena Milam
There was no moment in Max’s childhood where I thought he might identify as someone other than a woman.
The Ripple Effect of Visibility
By Shaley Howard
What an incredibly brave seven year-old girl. I couldn’t imagine grasping my sexual orientation at that age, let alone having the courage to speak openly about it.
The Girl With Two Moms
By Jessica Mills
While in elementary school I, like most children, grasped the concept of gender but hadn’t yet faced the term’s social significance. I remained unaware that my family differed from others.
The Gift of Matthiessen and Cheney
By Scott Bane
My connection to Matthiessen and Cheney came through my sexuality, their relationship, Maine, and Matthiessen’s chosen field of study: history and literature.
Night Life
By Lucas Hilderbrand
Early on, strangers also often teased me, amused by the idea that going to gay bars was “research.” Almost imperceptibly, as the years went by, this shifted; people no longer thought historicizing gay bars seemed like a joke.
Courageousness, Queerness, & Activism
By Dan Glass
As a teenager my gay shame and toxic shame took each other hand-in-hand, got married and waltzed into the cauldron of fire.
Notes on Queerness in Quarantine
By Francesca Capossela
But, during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, living with my then-boyfriend, I began to feel that I had lost my bisexuality, like a favorite sweater forgotten on some subway train.