In the Right Bathroom
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 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 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 Jake Poller
Unfortunately, most of humankind was in thrall in maya, and regarded themselves as separate from other people, disconnected to nature, siloed in an identity–American, queer, straight, male, female…
By Iryn Tushabe
I didn’t have a boyfriend, so pregnancy checks didn’t bother me. Indeed, they were an opportunity to do the lord’s work; I was omulokole, a saved person.
By Mike Coleman
In the 1980s, when I came out and bought a home with my then-partner and now-husband, my sister mailed a Jehovah’s Witnesses pamphlet to me describing homosexuality as an abomination.
By Chef Rossi
Being a bisexual rocker chick suited my image, but still, there were all those pesky penises to contend with. At first, I thought, “Maybe I just don’t like nice Jewish boys.”