lgbtq

The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.

My Journey
I grew up in Northern Illinois. I went to a little country school and then moved on to a school that was much bigger than what I had ever expected. No, not just in size but in the mere thought of my education. It was bigger to me because it’s when my journey started.
By Kimberlee Liedberg8 years ago in Humans
Blue & Purple
Sam sat on his usual bench in the park, ukulele in hand, yet making no sort of sound. One pale hand rested on the neck of the uke, while the other remained motionless on the strings. A light wind caused the fray of his cut-off jeans to tickle his knees, and his blonde, styled hair swayed back and forth on the top of his head. The slight chill of the wind made him shrink even further into his gray hoodie. He would have worn long pants if he had known the weather app on his phone had lied about today being a warm day.
By Skylar Rella8 years ago in Humans
The "A" in LGBTQA
June was declared as Pride Month in the United States (and other countries) after a Supreme Court ruling on June 26th, 2015 that fully legalized same-sex marriage across America. A beautiful moment for all members of the LGBT+ community, and one that should rightfully be celebrated as a win for civil rights. But there's one aspect of the community that you don't hear about very often, or see represented in the media or even in some ally groups, Asexuals.
By J. P. Frattini8 years ago in Humans
The Message Behind Pride
It's pride weekend in St. Pete, and the evidence is everywhere. Driving around the streets of Downtown St. Petersburg, Florida to find a place to park, you can spot plenty of LGBQT+ flags waving from various restaurants, hotels, and businesses alike, announcing the coming wave of supporters sporting their representative gear.
By Sara E8 years ago in Humans
Demi-Sexual
Sexuality and discovering who you are can take longer for some than others. I was late to puberty, late to growing breasts, and late to my period. It got to a point where I thought I'd never become a woman. I almost forgot about this cycle of pain that would someday inflict me. I was sorely reminded of this eventuality a month before my 16th birthday. I never had any interest in boys and was bewildered by other girls who spoke of them frequently with such enthusiasm. I preferred the company of boys, mainly my cousins who I felt I could be myself around. As a pre-teen, it became very obvious to me that I could not be myself around boys outside of my family. There were standards I had to adhere to. Men became creepy and boys became over-excitable. Both men and boys became intimidating. I didn't understand any of it, but I was to learn.
By J Doherty8 years ago in Humans
Grievances of Grindr
Grindr is one of the most laughable, most used, most questionable and, most importantly, one of the most iconic keystones of gay culture in the west. The app is centered around making contact and communication more accessible to users that happen to be in a similar geographic area. In common terms, if you're a fine young lad looking to chat or find some form of companionship, Grindr is one of the best tools to help you link up with someone with just the same interests. However since the app's popularization has soared in recent years, it has been judged to be a cesspool of STDs, superficiality, and a threat to privacy among many other fragrant claims.
By Sean Catino8 years ago in Humans
Rules of the Game
The rules of staying safe are really quite simple; do not let yourself be caught. Never let anyone know that you might be the slightest bit different, the tiniest bit extraordinary. Do not let them see the constellations hidden in your gaze. When it seems that your whole world is singing one plain melody, do not give into the urge to turn the other way and sing in your own key. Do not ever signal that maybe you think differently, it doesn’t matter if you are betraying yourself. It matters if you are alive. Give in to the current, swim along with them, leaving the school means drowning.
By G E8 years ago in Humans
Some Things Are Better Off Without Knowing...
I had my first real crush in the ninth grade. His name was Alex. I first saw Alex in the spring semester in the English wing, a short glance made me have the biggest crush ever. We didn't speak all that year, and I honestly didn't think we would. I guess destiny wanted for us to meet, and we had a class together in the tenth grade. I tried my very best to impress him. I would get the answers to the tests and give them to him, he would pass and I wouldn't. But I didn't care. Before the Christmas break, I took a bag full of lollipops to give out to the entire class, only for me to be able to approach him. I would ride the bus every day. One day, all of a sudden, I see Alex riding my bus. He was alone, so I decided to sit in the seat behind him. We started talking, he got off at the first stop, but I was so happy after that day. And my friends, who were all watching from the back of the bus, knew this. On one of the rides, Alex started asking for a friend of mine named Celeste. That's when I realized he liked girls. I started feeling down but he was so cute and my first crush since the seventh grade, which made it really difficult for me to move on easily. He was a nice person overall. I remember sitting in a desk near the end of the middle row when Alex enters the room, walks towards me to greet me, then walks to the end of the room to take his sit. The stupid me thought it was a mixed signal, now realizing he was just being polite. Anyway, I didn't tell him my feelings all that school year.
By Anonymous Guy8 years ago in Humans
Can I Really Marry My Best Friend?
People say that the person you marry should be your best friend... So why are these same people pissed about same-sex marriage? If a man's best friend is a man, and he wants to spend his entire life with that person, why can't he? If a woman's best friend is another woman, and she wants to spend her entire life with that person, why can't she? Same-sex marriage isn't horrible.
By Blue .8 years ago in Humans
What Lesbianism Means to Me
I’m a lesbian. I’m 21 and I can say that with a fact I am gay. At 14 I learned what the words "gay" and "lesbian" meant. I guess I was just really naive as a child. At 15 I got my first girlfriend and told my family (before my friends). But for a long time I struggled with how to express myself. I didn’t know of any other lesbians and the one girl I did know I was dating. I had all these preconceived ideas that I had to be ‘butch’ and dress masculine to be a ‘real lesbian’. So that’s what I did.
By Emily Hutchinson8 years ago in Humans
The Time I Cried
Okay, before I start I would like to introduce myself. My name is Jordan and I am 18 years old. I live in England with my parents, oh and I'm gay. I realised I was gay around the age of 12 but remained closeted for the next five years. What I am about to tell you happened when I was 12, roughly three weeks after I had figured out who I was.
By Jordan Athey8 years ago in Humans
The Importance of Being Hopeful
My future husband stares at me from across the tube. Or maybe at the map behind me. Or at the legs of a woman. He has wispy black hair. I think. I’m not exactly sure what wispy black hair is, but if anyone were to have it, I’m sure it would be him. This wispy black hair frames his dark complexion and brooding eyes that would put Mr. Darcy to shame.
By Will E8 years ago in Humans