Here’s My Story
HERE’S MY STORY is a feature on The G&LR‘s website, where you can share some part of your life story with other readers. We receive a lot of submissions of personal memoirs, but the magazine doesn’t publish first-person narratives as a general rule. “Here’s My Story” is a space that allows our readers (and others) to talk about their experiences as members of the LGBT+ community. There are no restrictions on subject matter, but some broad areas might include:
- Coming-out stories
- Memorable love affairs
- An epiphany (e.g. a work of art)
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My Impact Statement: Rod Stewart’s “The Killing of Georgie (Part I and II)”
By Gregory Walters
Here was Rod Stewart, unabashedly telling anyone who would listen he was friends with a gay man. It’s important that he describes George as “the kindest guy I ever knew.”
A Bolt from the Blue
By Elizabeth Costello
My heart, my gut, my cunt assumed positions of power. If that moment was a tarot card it was absolutely The Tower — the first time I spoke to her I felt hit by lightning. The rules of my gravity changed.
The Closet is My Country
By Damisola Sulaiman
How do you accept that your closet is a country, that the place that made you into the person you are, is where you can’t be yourself?
A Day in Hyderabad’s Flower Market
By Patruni Sastry
I had watched enough Bollywood movies to know that a good pair of sunglasses could shield both my identity and my makeup from prying eyes. I packed my carefully chosen outfit— flowers handcrafted by my partner, and a wig— into a bag, locked the door behind me, and called an Uber.
A Neon Rainbow in a Vietnamese Alleyway
By Akram Herrak
I don’t know what I expected from a gay bar—the closest I’ve ever gotten to being in one was when I went to a drag show in Beirut, Lebanon, and still, the place was filled with large groups of friends and a few straight couples…
Young and Gay in Montana
By Scott Terry
I was still rodeoing, but had given up bull riding. During hunting seasons, a hunting rifle was hanging in the gun rack in the back window of my truck. Being murdered didn’t seem likely, if I could successfully conceal that I was gay.
The Sum of My Parts
By Oliver Radclyffe
But even if I had still been closeted, I knew it would be almost impossible to form a cohesive narrative from the confusing evidence laid out in front of me. It had taken me over forty years to figure it out myself, and I was the main suspect.
When You’re An Outlier
By Michael Varga
I want to complain about being an outlier, but the minute I begin to form the words, I catch myself. You see, I have been an outlier before. And then, I had no complaints.