By Craig Archibald
As I entered the restaurant, surrounded by these brave and talented gay pioneers, I caught my reflection in a window. Still so very gay, now completely out, and neither pathetic nor a fallacy.

By Kristina Ebanez

I’ve left my hometown in Hawai’i three times. The first time was when I was fifteen. The second move was when I was eighteen. The last and hopefully final time was when I was twenty-six years old. Each time I left, I got asked the same question: “Why did you leave?”

By Melanie Mitzner

While all good stories come to an end, our art lives on.

By Wayne Hoffman

I haven’t missed a Bear Week since then. I go dancing every day, shirtless. One week every year. It recharges me when my self-confidence is running low.

By Joseph Gorrell

The church would abandon him. And if his parents followed, they would abandon him too. He wept. He couldn’t envision a world without his family.

By Mary McGrath

Perhaps my sexual orientation didn’t matter after all. In the end, my mother viewed me as a person.

By Stephen Smith

But why would I mourn the loss of that boyfriend? I’ve decided that he was not the only one in our relationship who was needy.

By John Whittier Treat

The beautiful Japanese plate was gone and could not be restored. I put the plastic garbage bag underneath the workbench and it stayed there for years, long after Tom left me and our house as abruptly as I once had left Tadashi.

By Brian J Kennedy

Maybe it’s a stretch to say that Dolly Parton and country music helped me come to terms with my sexuality. But I do know that once I fell in love with her music, I never tried to hide it.

By John Sacowicz

For my whole life, I have wondered what it would have been like to be touched by Tom.