lgbtq

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

Toothache
Sleep has been a mystery to me for many years now. My preteens came and so began the restlessness. I’ve always been a night owl, no question about it. It was even something I prided myself on. I would brag about staying up till two in the morning and waking up at four am just so I could be awake before everyone else. It was cool to be so bad at sleeping.
By Elizabeth Donovan 4 years ago in Humans
When I Was a Boy
Because some choices are made to last. Some of them are made to be discarded. To be rethought and placed in the ‘behind’. A behind that forms the core of what we are or, in my case, of what I was not.
By WriterinWonder4 years ago in Humans
The challenges gays and lesbians face on an everyday basis
For example, LGBTQ + employees often lack models who share their identities. Less than a quarter of LGBTQ + respondents reported having LGBTQ + sponsors, and only about half of LGBTQ + respondents (compared to two-thirds of non-LGBTQ + respondents claimed to see people as their own, in leadership positions in their organizations. . LGBTQ + people are under-represented in the business environment, and many reports being “alone” in their organization or group, for example, the only homosexual or transgender person.
By Tc fox4 years ago in Humans
The Composition of the Stars
Three years after “The stars look beautiful tonight.” I said, although my eyes hadn’t left those of the woman standing in front of me.
By Person McPerson4 years ago in Humans
It's a boy! OK, but now what?
Seconds after I was born, back in the 1970s, the doctor threw a cursory glance between my thighs. On his words, the nurse wrote boy in the official document that announced my arrival to the administrative world. The whole process took only a second. It was not fast because my bits would be so big and obvious – although, for doctors and nurses, I guess after seeing hundreds, it becomes that obvious. No, in truth, it was more that they really don’t take any time doing this. It is a requirement that they must write down the gender, and so they do, but the bulk of their work is elsewhere. I bet many don’t give it second thoughts, it’s almost a reflex to look briefly and speak aloud “girl”, “boy”. That is all it takes to create the gender definition of a human being: a quick glance from a doctor or nurse and a large chunk of your identity is set for life.
By Cis-Queer4 years ago in Humans
First toe in the water
As I am typing these first few words, I feel deep trepidations inside, which could be coming either from the excitement that this is going to be wonderful or the foresight that it will lead nowhere.
By Cis-Queer4 years ago in Humans
I Was The Shadow Of A Young Girl In Flower When I Met Marcel Proust
It's August in this city and a prologue is being prepared. And I'm here, seated at this coffee table in this open-air gallery, under a concrete and stone building.
By Aurora4 years ago in Humans
Shake It, Baby
Precious Mammary Glands, it's a beautiful gay day in the neighborhood ( won't you be my neighbor? ) . Won't you be mine? I did not think so.
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Humans
Telling My Best Friends
My best friends are the most amazing friends anyone could have ever asked for. We have known each other for as long as any of us can remember. Daycare, Pre-K, Kindergarten. Now we're sitting in our eighth year of schooling. I remember a day back in our fifth year of schooling when I think I just discovered a truth about myself. I didn't know how I fell about this truth. I remember wondering if it is had always been this way and if I just figured it out does anyone else know? Was it obvious to others? Was I the only one? I guess lets see what happens from here.
By Niecee May4 years ago in Humans
Second Puberty. Finalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Romance Fiction.
The night you called me, I was sitting in my car in Chicago at a light on the corner where Western and Diversey and Elston meet, a six way intersection with so many confusing directions as three roads cross. I was heading home- not to the place where you lived with me, not to the home we had made together, but to a new place a block away. I sat through two lights while we talked, and only moved after those words: “I love you.”
By F Cade Swanson4 years ago in Humans
Faith
It has been over two years since Noah and his family finally returned to Washington when I visited him in Idaho. His family had came back within a weeks (after I left)after Noah had been healed from the incident that caused him to be shot in the arm, thankfully, it didn’t hit any major arteries and he was okay.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Humans
Love
“Ben? Are you okay? Please don’t tell me you hate me. If you like I will never bring it up again.” He looked completely miserable. “I mean it, I really will.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Humans