An Iconoclast in the Gay Community
By Scott Holleran
As I came out and years went by, I learned that romantic realism as an approach to life is marginalized in gay culture by cavalier bitterness, sarcasm, scorn, and regret.
By Scott Holleran
As I came out and years went by, I learned that romantic realism as an approach to life is marginalized in gay culture by cavalier bitterness, sarcasm, scorn, and regret.
By Geoffrey Newman
My closest friend, partner, husband—someone I care for deeply—has struggled with heart disease for many years. We’ve been together for more than five decades..
By Jeremy C. Fox
Lately the girls ’n’ gays on social media have been feverish with excitement for the Canadian TV show Heated Rivalry, a titillating tale of forbidden love between two professional hockey stars.
By Charles Davis
We’d been following the groundbreaking story, but I was still surprised when Mike called me at work one afternoon, saying breathlessly, “We’ve got to get down to the County Building …
By Charnice Nelson
Once I tried pulling my oversized shirt tighter and arching my back slightly to emphasize the fact that, yes, I have curves. It seemed to make them more uncomfortable than the lineup on my fade.
By Steven Favreau
But beneath that exchange is a deeper craving: to be seen beyond the cutout shape that fits someone else’s fantasy, to be granted an inner life as textured as…
By Vee Bassey
I was raised in a strict, fundamentalist Christian household in Lagos State, Nigeria, where my family referred to homosexuality as “a sin to God, worthy of eternal damnation in Hell.”
By Mike Dressel
This being a memory play, in an appropriate nod to the playwright in question, we’re transported back thirty years prior to Williams’ clapboard beach house in Provincetown…
PART 1 By John McCurdy
This collection of excerpts from Walter Holland, John Boyce, and John McCurdy offers insight into the past and present threats to LGBTQ rights and dignity.
By Eduardo Martínez-Leyva
I began playing with language, tearing words apart, and putting them back together. The flexibility and wistfulness of poetry allowed me to come to terms with myself, my surroundings…