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Dandelion Child: My Rape and Recovery
By Marcus Talberg
The summer I turned 13, I’d almost managed to accept that I’m gay. At the time I didn’t have anyone I could talk to about it. There were no role models that I could relate to, and it was back in the early 2000s, long before social media. The idea of meeting people over the internet was still very new.
Making Flesh the Ghost: Transitioning in Youth
By Isabel Grey
Even my earliest memories are those of not recognizing my reflection in the mirror. I expected to see long hair. What I saw looking back was a feminine child with soft features and white eyebrows, crying hard as a barber shaped and trimmed my sandy hair into a short bowl cut.
From My Heart to My Three Gay Children
Margie Candler
[I] saw a small piece of paper folded up many times. I pulled it out, unfolded it, and saw these words: “Dear Mom and Dad: I love you very much. I hope you will not find this note until I am at least 18 and out of the house, but I am gay. This is not your fault. I am still your son. I love you, Paul.”
The Unspoken
By Stephen House
I’m a fortunate man to have experienced the life and love I have and the amazing journey I’ve been on. Coming out is a part of that. It was the right thing to do for me and for her; of that I’m sure.