By Robert Hamilton

At one point, he yelled: “This is not about sex!” I told him I knew that. “It’s about identity,” I said.

BY Stanley Ely

A smidgen of greed does slip in as November days grow shorter and colder, and I think of how I’d like someone to cuddle with. But, I ask, why do I miss a relationship when so many turn out badly?

By Chloe O. Davis.

I feel absolutely beautiful—elevated in my faith and graceful in my being. My unique identity is my story and my purpose. My labels are complex, not complicated. My labels don’t define me but I give them the power to affirm. 

By Nina Kennedy

As a teenager, I performed as a piano soloist throughout the U.S., South America, and the Caribbean. Eventually I came to New York to study at Juilliard and continued to search for love in women’s bars. My second year at Juilliard, I met the woman who taught me what love was …