Zooming-Out
By Charles Roussel
At 58, I outed myself through a series of conversations on Zoom, in the middle of the pandemic.
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A Son’s Forgiveness
By Migguel Anggelo
LatinXoxo is about living the truth of who you are—whether gay, straight, trans, or anything in between. In my case, I was born to live inside my skin, even when others weren’t ready to see me as comfortable in it.
Love and Literature in High School
By Susan Olmi
It was so easy that for a long time I didn’t understand what that sensation of being constantly ecstatic and slightly breathless was. It finally struck me when I realized that I had fallen for a friend of mine.
Thank You, Leonard Whiting
By Rich Nelson
I was sixteen in 1968, when I first saw him. I had remained silent in concealing my emerging and persistent-and terrifying-affection for the male form.
Out In Plain Sight
By Bobbi Scopa
Even though I had a long career as a firefighter, then fire chief, then assistant director, life was difficult. It wasn’t always as it seemed.
A Marriage Skeptic’s Road to Marriage
By Janet Mason
My relationship with marriage was complicated to say the least. I grew up in a time and place where it was expected that all females should find a man, settle down, and have children.
Tell Your Story
By Joe Costentino
I began with a memory from high school, recalling my first infatuation. Though it was decades earlier, it was as if it had happened yesterday.
My Loss of Innocence
By Mark Olmsted
In the summer of 1970, Chuck Falco was a handsome and charismatic 28-year-old scoutmaster at Camp Waubeeka, in upstate New York. I was eleven when he molested me.
At the White House and in the Closet
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.
Death and Plunder
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.