By Paria Hassouri
I’ve done a lot of thinking in the last three years. My brain has been on a treadmill set at twelve miles an hour with no walk breaks. I’ve thought about my middle child’s relationship with her older brother. They are only two years apart.

By Brad Snyder
We undressed each other on the way to my bed where the lights of the Williamsburg Bridge would frame our naked bodies. Our kissing and touching lasted for hours. But the night, and a summer of nights spent together, came to an end.

By Justin Estoque
Some of my first stirrings of sexual awareness and curiosity sprouted in Boulder, Colorado, where my Dad had summertime meteorological research assignments. I must have been ten, maybe twelve years old.

By Winter Breedlove
If I had to trace my genesis as an asexual trans woman, I’d say that the Radical Faerie commune was my stomping ground.