Here’s My Story

By E.M. Birmingham

My lesbian twin sister died in May of 2019 from Stage IV bone cancer, having delayed going to a doctor for almost a year as she limped around from the pain in her left hip. By the time Eleanor was diagnosed in May 2018, the cancer had spread throughout her body.

By George DeStefano

In July 2000, my partner Rob and I spent several weeks in Italy, beginning in Rome. We came to the Eternal City for World Pride Roma, a week of gay cultural and political activities culminating in a march.

By Tobias Maxwell

I’ve always wondered about bisexuality. Mine, primarily. Navigating any orientation as a prepubescent is not easy. When I was growing up in the sixties, being gay was generally more complicated. But, imagine raging hormones while having to handle the double-edged sword where every body you saw appealed to you.

By Jason Armstrong

I came of age at the advent of the AIDS crisis. To me, sex and death were intertwined, even as HIV medications turned a terminal illness into a chronic condition. Sex felt like playing a game of Russian Roulette.

By Natascha Graham

A few months ago, someone in a Facebook group for highly sensitive people wrote a post asking for movie suggestions. I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve commented on group posts, but for some reason that morning, while I was in my sitting room, drinking tea, I decided to reply, and I posted my list.

By Peter Kupfer

It was a gold Seiko. It wasn’t a particularly expensive watch, but it was priceless to me because it had belonged to my father. It was a part of him, something he’d worn every day.

By Ruth Marner

They called it Rock Creek, but really, it was a lake. And on a hot summer’s day in 1984, we drove out to it. We only had several days together before I needed to return home to St. Louis, so we wanted to make the most of it.