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Should the 'B' Be Removed from 'LGBTQ'?
I recently saw an online post stating that the B should be removed from LGBTQ. As a bisexual myself, this really made me think. The argument was that bisexual individuals have it "easier" than gay people—the reason being that it's easier to hide your sexuality as a bisexual person. Which is mostly true, a gay person may enter a heterosexual relationship in order to hide their true sexual preferences, thus entirely denying who they are—whilst a bisexual would be able to quite happily live in a relationship with someone of the opposite sex. I agreed with this until someone said to me, "But what if you're a bisexual who's in love with someone of the same gender. You'd still be unhappy with your heterosexual relationship, even if you are still attracted to members of the opposite sex." Again, this is true. A gay person would be unhappy hiding who they really are, but being bisexual doesn't automatically mean you're not unhappy about hiding your feelings.
By Thomas Jon8 years ago in Humans
Cutting Ties
Sometimes, you really do have to disconnect, completely. It took me a while to come to terms with this. Because for so long I allowed people to determine for me what's [considered] right or wrong. I'm done with allowing people to make decisions for me. I can make them for myself. This is a topic we hardly, if ever, speak on. But it's a topic that's necessary to touch on. We live in a world where a gross amount of our followings and social media "friend's list" aren't truly friends at all, or even associates. They are made up primarily of people we are trying to prove our success to or too fearful to disconnect from. But why? I could care less about proving to you that my life is great without you in it... that my life is great period... or posting visuals of how "abundant God's blessings are in my life."
By Juanita Davis8 years ago in Humans
Goodbye, Debbie Fox
The last time I was with my friend Debbie we never laughed quite as much as we used to. We had a good time together as always, but not crazy giggling that usually characterised our get togethers. We'd decided to go to the Euro pride Mardi Gras in Manchester together. I'd only made up my mind I was going the day before, and I'm so glad I went now.
By 111LisaMac .8 years ago in Humans
The Company of Self
"Table for one, please!" is something I have no problem saying aloud! Yes...I'm that friend. I'm that friend who will go to dinner or catch a movie alone. I'm that friend, who enjoys being a loner, as opposed to being constantly surrounded by people. (Exhale.) Now don't get me wrong—I love my family and I adore my friends, but too much of them is too much for me. Finding that balance is crucial! Yes, I have had my share of group outings, double dates, "Ladies Nights," girl chats, wife chats, just-because chats, and family functions. However, on a constant basis...it can be a bit much and extremely draining. Yes, I must confess that part of the reason I'm uber content with being alone is because I'm an only child—through my mom—so by default I am a loner. (I do make the conscious effort not to always be!) Growing up, if I wasn't visiting my dad's, or playing with my cousins, I was playing by myself. As I got older, I found myself wanting to do more, and so I begin surrounding myself with people more often than being alone. So, through the years, I forced relationships and I've forced friendships for the sake of having tangible "somebodies" to be around. But what I didn't realize is, I didn't know who I was, and so their presence served as a validation to my existence. (Whew! Heavy right!?) Yup. That's my reality and that's my truth! And when I finally mustered up the courage to discover who Juanita is—with the absence of people—self-love begin to manifest.
By Juanita Davis8 years ago in Humans
Waking Up
When I was 23 I thought I was doing a very good job of convincing people that I was attached to any aspect of my life. I went to the local pub, spent weekends with my group of friends in the mountains, and always did my best to keep the mood light and playful. I had it all under control: my drinking problem, my eating disorder, my fear of having my heart broken again. I was always "The Other Woman," actually seeking out emotionally unavailable lovers since it inherently meant no commitment from myself. I was in my friends' lives but made a conscious effort to keep them out of my own. At least, keep them at far enough of a distance so that when they would inevitably disappoint or (as I was convinced they all would) turn their backs on me, I would remain unaffected.
By Laura Baty8 years ago in Humans
Is This the Dawning of the Age of the Twink?
So the New York Times recently published an article written by Nick Haramis entitled “Welcome to the Age of the Twink” which is a horrifying title. It sounds like the opening line to a conservative’s nightmare about a gay Hunger Games. Like, first they wanted to get married, now they want blood. It’s not just their nightmare either; it’s mine too.
By Joey Rupcich8 years ago in Humans
Slow Swimmer
In the twilight of my years I often remember a simpler time when life moved slower with peace and grace. Many a day I often strolled along the shore path of the lake I called home for so many summers when I was young. There in the peace of the morning when the sun first began to shine it's warmth upon to cool still waters I often notice this lone slow swimmer. From a short distance from the path I was on this gentle figure whose slender grace poised a most breathtaking sight. The beauty of her figure matched the ease of her tempo for her rhythm was like gentle waltz. Her gentle sway as she swam was like the rolling waves that rolled on in. Her locomotion moved me to a completely different reality.
By Dr. Williams8 years ago in Humans
How A Guy I Never Met Broke My Heart
Like classic, text-book style foreshadowing, I read my fortune from between my fingers at our local Chinese buffet. “A new romance is in your future,” it read. It was like all of my dreams were coming true and this was my confirmation. To me in this vulnerable moment, it was a sign from divinity itself that I would suffer no more! My time had finally come and I would no longer be the eternally-single friend. I had finally found the one….. Or so I thought.
By Cassidy Pintozzi8 years ago in Humans
18 and in Love?
When I was younger (and I say that lightly as I am still young), I met my best friend at a concert called Vans Warped Tour. It was all by chance, really. We were both alone at the concert and seeing the same band; we just happened to bump into each other. We bonded over our love for music and his nerd qualities. We talked while waiting for the set to start and also hung out after, getting pizza at the Hungry Howie’s at The Palace of Auburn Hills.
By Alyssa Conlee8 years ago in Humans
