Hi Mom, I’m gay. Who knew those two little words could hold so much emotion? Yet I can’t bring myself to say them out loud.
By Eric Nhem4 years ago in Pride
You don’t remember me. Why would you? For you, it was just another day at school. For me, it was the day you took my voice.
Listen, dear readers, there once was a story, Filled with magic and marvels and whimsy and wonder, One of trials and hardships, of success and glory.
By Eric Nhem4 years ago in Poets
How do I tell him? He’s perched on the other end, waiting for me to answer. I see his curly hair twisting into shadows, his ears that are a little too big for his face. The square glasses framing the questions and innocence in his eyes. The brown of his skin that will cause him so much pain when he gets older.
By Eric Nhem4 years ago in Humans
