lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
So Many Letters in My Acronym
Louisiana isn't the most liberal place to grow up. Despite the immeasurable amount of flashing that goes on during Mardi Gras, it's a pretty conservative place as far as beliefs go. The area I live is largely Catholic and those that aren't Catholic are Baptist. I was raised going to church every time the door was open, and to the preacher's house on some occasion when the church doors were closed. If my grandmother, who I lived with, didn't feel well enough to go to church, we'd end up watching someone like Benny Hen or Adrian Rogers. She was very conservative with her thoughts on homosexuality and masturbation, and she wasn't shy about sharing her views. It was a sin, no gray area, no questions, it was just wrong. There were several days that I'd be asked if someone had touched me or if I'd touched myself or anything like that, making sure that I knew that Jesus wouldn't be happy about it. Even school wasn't devoid of religion with clubs like FCA and FISH or teachers interjecting their personal religious philosophies into lessons. It's safe to say, I had my share of religious influence.
By Jade Grayson8 years ago in Humans
The Diaries of a Bi Girl
Growing up I always knew that I was different. That I wasn't like all of the other girls who had crushes on boys, I would lie and say that I had crushes when I didn't. It wasn't until I was 19 and watching Grey's Anatomy and watching Callie and Arizona fall in love, and I said to myself, "I want a love like that." I wanted a love that was true and captivating and intense and i wanted it all with a WOMAN!!
By Kate Bennett8 years ago in Humans
A Different Kind of Love
I remember the first time I ever fell in love. I was nineteen years old, and up until that point, I had been dating for company and convenience. Every relationship that I had was casual and meaningless and served to do nothing but evoke a sense of longing in me; a longing for more depth, for more passion, just for MORE. I would lie awake at night thinking: Is this it? Is this the summation of my love life? Or rather the absence of one. The absence of the passion which was all-encompassing in my life seemed to captivate my waking and sleeping mind. I should probably mention that I was also deeply closeted at the time. I kept flitting from guy to guy like bees flit between flowers searching for the best pollen. Until I met my first girlfriend, I had been picking up the wrong kind of pollen, I suppose. I would tell myself, "I'll date a girl after I break up with this guy!" However, the fear of what coming out could do to me, a child of a religious, conservative family, proved to be more of an incentive than love.
By Seattle Greer8 years ago in Humans
The Red Evening
The evening is ruined in an instant. No warnings precede it and I’m left wondering how everything had gone so horribly wrong when just a moment ago it was by my perception close to being perfect. The day started as any day usually did for me during the cold winter month of December in Buffalo, New York. My phone alarm serenaded me awake with the rising timbre of beach waves hitting the shore as bird calls echoed in the background. I picked this particular one after reading an article about how early morning alarms could significantly impact an entire day. This was in vain as I existed in a constant state of dysania from reading or watching emotionally gut wrenching films late hours into the night.
By Richie Wills8 years ago in Humans
And 3 Makes Tension
This is the first time that I am putting this story into writing, and it freaks me out a little bit. The person, my co-star, if you will, will never read it, and even if he does, he can’t get ahold of me to yell about it. The reason for that is a different topic than this one; this is about the worst date that I have ever been on. Sadly, this story is 100% true. However, I have changed names to protect the not so innocent; I choose to put my life out there for consumption, they do not. Are you intrigued yet? I hope so because we are about to begin.
By Edward Anderson8 years ago in Humans
How Far We've Come
Life for gay people has never been easy; I wish I could beat around the bush about that, but in all honesty, there’s never really any beating around any bushes anyway. In other words, what I’m saying is that I am a gay man living in an extremely modern culture in Southern England. And as I reflect on my life since coming out I genuinely think it’s the best decision of my life, whether I chose to at the time or not.
By Josh Adams8 years ago in Humans
Home
I roll over in bed, my sheets getting tangled up around my ankles as I kick them away from me, the heat becoming too much for me to bare, as I sit up in bed and run my hand through my hair, brushing the damp strands stuck to my forehead away from my face, I pick up my phone seeing that it is 6:08am, the sun will be rising soon, it's February eighteenth today, the date weighing heavy on my heart.
By Lily Haycraft8 years ago in Humans
Identities
I will never forget when I first realized that I wasn’t normal. I remember realizing I was attracted t I was actually a young child, so I suppose that they were only girls, but I was too, and in any case I had little to no interest in the opposite sex, other than wanting to be friends with them. I didn’t understand why anyone did like boys like that. Boys were dirty and gross and too much like me, in all honesty-even though I was rejected by all of them for friendship purposes because I was a “girl”, and I should do “girly” things. Girls were pretty and they were somewhat nicer to me (because I was a “girl”, and I guess that was good enough reason to tolerate me at least, even if they didn’t like me.) But I would never tell anyone that. How could I tell anyone that I had a crush on a girl?
By Aiden Mullins8 years ago in Humans
Becoming Me
Part One: Ever since I was a kid, I had always been just one of the guys. Playing sports, riding bikes, complete “tomboy” as others would have described me growing up. Pretty much if the boys were doing it, then I was right there with them. Staying inside and playing with dolls or doing my hair in pretty little dresses just wasn’t for me. Once I could dress myself my wardrobe quickly became a ponytail for my long hair to be thrown up in, my heads and oversized t-shirts would do well for the games we’d play as kids. Muddy sneakers thrown off in the grass so we could all feel the squishy mud between our toes. I was just one of the guys. Although on the outside there was something different about me. I was born a female with all the correct female parts. Yet something inside always seemed off to me.
By Jessie Bradford8 years ago in Humans
