lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
The Love Story
I laid there that night, it was quarter to two. I laid there thinking about what I wanted out of my life. I knew I wanted to make something of myself. To be happy, to make my life mean something. There was nothing more that I wanted than to make someone truly happy. To just have the confidence to confide in someone and let them truly in and know everything that made me who I am. I went over many different outcomes. Both the good and the bad and the content. Each very different in their own way, but each all too similar and historically the norm of life.
By Sawyer Fisher8 years ago in Humans
Counterculture
There has always been, I think, a stigma attached to you when you identify as gay. Almost as if when the words "I'm gay" leave your mouth, you're henceforth supposed to be doused in glitter, watch RuPaul's Drag Race on repeat and believe that Lady Gaga is the second coming of Jesus, but with a more outlandish fashion sense.All of which, of course, is pure hyperbole and, in most cases, untrue. Though the last couple of days have left me wondering just why people expect that of me, especially other gay men. Allow me to elaborate.
By Jack Tinmouth8 years ago in Humans
The Dykes Part Two: Growing Together
Something about finding a partner with whom you feel safe — especially after being abused — can be entrancing. With Dawn and I, and the life we are trying to build together, it is something like dancing to slow classical music through a minefield. Both of our hearts are entwined in one another and the cute, happy light of it permeates the room whenever we are together; but behind the scenes of this happy gleam is a war neither one of us is allowed to walk away from.
By Inaia Jayne8 years ago in Humans
The Dykes Part One: Who Are We Now
When you come out of an abusive relationship - in Dawn and I's cases it was abusive marriages - the world isn't an inviting place to exist. Everything is strange and foreign to you in ways that both terrify and confuse you. One the one hand, you are getting used to no longer being abused and it is exciting for a few blissful moments at a time until you realize that you are not being abused and you start waiting for the other foot to drop. That's the other hand - you are always, always, waiting for someone to hurt you and to make things normal again. At the point in time that I moved in with Dawn - we were at different stages in recovery from our exes and at different points of readiness to date again.
By Inaia Jayne8 years ago in Humans
Poly and Me
I am by no means an expert on non-monogamy, nor am I a certified relationship coach. I'm not going to tell you that one kind of relationship structure is better than the next, because as far as I'm concerned we should all do whatever the hell feels right for us. What I can offer, however, is the beginning of a story in which an extremely anxious and insecure girl found herself in a non-monogamous, same-sex relationship with one of her teachers and idols.
By Christina Alysia8 years ago in Humans
What It's like Being Gay in a Small Northwestern Ontario City
I'm openly gay and have been since I was 17. Before that, I used to identify as bisexual from the time I was 13. Y'know, dated a few girls and only had one boyfriend that lasted a month but then took some time and figured out who I was and went from there. But honestly, being gay in a small town really sucks, especially when you're in the middle of nowhere.
By James Deschutter8 years ago in Humans
I Conducted My Own Social Experiment
"How would you describe what you thought someone in the lesbian community looked like?" Do you picture an array of women with short hair? Exploiting their neck tattoos, dressed in typical men apparel — even categorizing lesbians by weight, saying that "most lesbians are bigger." As a victim of a closed-minded small town, these stereotypes eat up the LGBTQ (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer) community, leaving the common stamp in people's minds that when someone is gay, they have the "look." Having short hair here in Bardstown, labeled the "Most Beautiful Small Town In America," equals the equivalent of tattooing "I'm gay" on your forehead—and I would know, because I decided to conduct and observe my own social experiment after altering my physical appearance from "Dyke" to "Fem."
By Kennedy Brown8 years ago in Humans
Silence is Golden
You know how some things are just better left unsaid. Regardless if you have something on someone that could be a big deal or whatever... some things are meant to stay in the past period. There shouldn't be any future conversations about anything at all. So this is a little story on something that happened in my personal life about a year ago... maybe a little closer to two years.
By Friday Vibes8 years ago in Humans
