Here’s My Story
HERE’S MY STORY is a new 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)
Click here to submit a proposal or an article (< 1,000 words, please) for publication. Also include a photo or two that could be included with the piece, as well as a pic of yourself and a short bio.
We will help you with editing as required.
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Cold Marble, Hot Memories
By Lev Raphael
Every statue from the ancient world that I’ve encountered since that day reminds me of the discovery of such unparalleled beauty and the nascent discoveries of self that waited for me in my teens.
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Friendship in Old Age
By Les Wright
Today, I continue to live with the deeply ingrained need for gay male friendships. These are the people who truly understand me. These are the people, for the most part, that I have relied on in times of need.
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Such Sweet Kisses
By John Newmeyer
I sensed that night that I was more hopeful than he was about being gay. That difference widened in the months to come, with tragic consequences.
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Down the Rabbit Hole
By Jessi Harris
I didn’t choose the road to transition because I wanted to be a man. I did so to survive life as I knew it in the 1970’s.
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I Couldn’t Love Myself at Fat Camp, But I Fell for Her
By Ginelle Testa
Nuzzling into her shoulder, I wanted to stay there forever. The fruity smell of either her hair or her perfume came over me. It made me want to cuddle into her further. (My boyfriend definitely doesn’t smell like this.)
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What The Children’s Hour Taught Me
By Cinzi Lavin
It was heartbreaking to know that some people didn’t feel safe or comfortable to walk with their hands joined when that was a privilege I had never even questioned having.
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Brown Eyes, Pink Converse
By Evanthia George
The light sparkled in Luna’s hair as she stomped in puddles with her tattered pink Converse sneakers. Her eyes were so bright, so happy as I suddenly cupped her cheek and kissed her in the moonlight.
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A Toast to Love
By Jennifer Steil
After a tumultuous year, he decided he couldn’t stay with me because I might leave him for a woman. “But I might leave you for a man,” I pointed out. “Or just because you’re narrow-minded.”
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