By Craig Smith
While I was in the closet, as a good Catholic, I was also celibate. I suddenly found myself in a small office in the old Executive Office Building across the alley from the White House in a job that would change my life forever.

By Mary Aviyah Farkas 
I didn’t know I would again become death’s witness and companion. The two most important people in my life were gone. My soul festered with abject pain and grief.  I couldn’t sleep and could barely eat.

By Noni Salma
This is not a love story. Or a story of a child missing a father. This is a story of a father chasing a lost shadow. This is a story of a child who is not a dream come true. …

By Jer Long
Life with Shirley T., was a rollercoaster ride through an Edgar Allen Poe version of Alice in Wonderland. Her peaceable downtimes I relished. Her flipping nightmares I bore with monkish silence. Her madcap express I boarded eagerly. Unpredictable, she was a force to reckon with.

By Dick Atkins

Tiffany never gave up hope for her ultimate goal, finding love and comfort in the body and soul she felt was hers.

By Anne Kruse

For many, feeling pride about who we are is a foreign concept, but we worked at it

by Mae Espada

My mother whimpering, choking, eating her own words: “Really, who, what, are you?” Me, sitting down, clutching my phone in one hand and my bandaged chest in the other. This can’t be true. It can’t be true.

By Frank Arthur Smith

One thing I know for sure: whether gay, bisexual, or “definitely not straight,” my journey is my own.