lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
The “Gay” Life
I know you're probably wondering, “TWO pretty faces? MARRIED?! Something can’t be right,” but no... it’s where we belong. I’m beyond happy to stand where I stand today, to say I’m a lesbian and I’m happy with the life I live and the shoes I walk in. Most people will say they were born gay, but I think I’m mature enough to say when I realized my sexuality was different then the other little girls around me. Back when I was in kindergarten, we had nap time where you get a blue pad to lay on and grab your blanket. Everyone grabbed their blankets while I grabbed the closet blue cot to a girl I thought at the time would like me (some little girl who is now irrelevant). The point was, I knew then at a young age that something was different about me and I mustn’t show face too soon to my parents. So years flew by, where I’m now in middle school. My mom moved us (my little brother, who was diagnosed with autism as a baby, myself, and my mother) to Motel 6. She was a single mom who tried her best to raise her two kids with no help, not even from the men who helped bring us into this world. But anyways, it was my first day at school and I was really nervous being that we were homeless and this was a NO UNIFORM policy middle school, so you just wore your whole wardrobe to school, and being that we were practically homeless, I had but so many options to choose from for school. My first period was science and in front of me sat a girl I could actually say was the word beautiful. She smiled like no other, her hair looked so soft as if it didn’t needed to be touched, and everyone except me knew of this girl. Her name was Angel (who is now my wife). I was so nervous to speak to her the way everyone else was, so comfortable with speaking to her—I just wished I could do the same. So I wrote her a note, and only 1 minute later she wrote me back... she liked me just as much as I liked her. The first thing that came to mind was my mother.
By Unique Dionca'8 years ago in Humans
Women Theory 201
Sometimes, I think about the question, “Can I pinpoint when I liked women?” A lengthy question, but a question nonetheless. The whole idea of “environmental influence vs genetically encoded” has caused me so much grief throughout my life that I needed to explore it more. When I was in college, taking a biology class that was linked sexuality, I fully understood the science. Oddly enough, however, I didn’t know how to describe what I felt was correct in how I defined my sexual orientation. The question still remained as to when my attraction began.
By Jay Williams8 years ago in Humans
Odd One Out
You apply for a job at a fancy hotel. The job calls for a professional individual and doesn't necessarily state no tattoos, but you know the stigma over tattoos and know that you are perfect for this position so you cover up at the interview because, well, it's none of their business. As long as you don't flaunt them and it doesn't impede on your work, it shouldn't matter.
By Camille Martin8 years ago in Humans
Worst First Date!
#MyWorstDate! So back in the day I was young, naïve, and just plan stupid! Several years ago I went on a date with, let's call them Trouble. That's all they brought me, so it's only fitting. The first date we had I tried to go in with an open mind. We met online and this was the first online date I've ever been on so I was nervous but curious to see if it was worth the hype. Before our first date we had been messaging back and forth for about a month or so. We both enjoyed the outdoors and hiking and were family oriented, so I was interested to meet in person and see what would happen.
By Olivia Shae8 years ago in Humans
Being Me, Even Without a Bat Signal
I knew I liked boys by the time I was in kindergarten, I also knew I liked girls by the time I was in grade five. What I didn’t know at 10 years of age was that you could like both boys and girls. I grew up with a gay mom and a heterosexual dad, I was used to seeing men and women together, as well as women with other women and men with other men. I didn’t know the term “bisexual” or that you could even like both genders. I had never seen it in real life, had never seen it represented on TV or in a movie anywhere, or even heard it discussed. So when I came to the realization that I liked girls, I thought it meant I was like my mom, it meant I was gay too. But I was equally confused because I still liked boys, I always had a crush on one in school and that didn’t go away when I realized I liked girls. Though I didn’t obsess about it, I also didn’t think to ask anyone or bring it up with my mom. It was still a few years before the Internet was readily available and before you could “Google” anything into the home bar and get an answer.
By Adrienne Amy8 years ago in Humans
Brands That Support Same-Sex Couples in Their Advertising
Some say that politics encourage media trends, while others argue the opposite. With more and more victories, like the Australia landslide win, it is undeniable that there is an overwhelming demand for support within the LGBT community. It was once in bad taste to bring light to families that did not portray the traditional mold of an American household, yet trends have changed drastically, forcing companies and the supreme court to revamp their strategies. Nevertheless, in order for brands to be considered a competitor outside of a quality product, they must recognize that there is a desire to be depicted, with 66 percent of LGBT individuals reporting "they don't see their lifestyles represented enough in advertising."
By Rashaunna Nelson8 years ago in Humans
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
