lgbtq

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

2 Lanes
So yeah, I walked away pissed. Not just at her. At the situation itself. I hate messy and things were becoming messy. Come to find out he was a dog. That had fleas. I found myself getting into trouble dealing with him.
By Ashley Meriweather5 years ago in Humans
The Full Spectrum: Sexuality, Gender & Relationships
I’m back on the dating apps and I’m getting the question, “What does polyamory mean?” Or, “Are you gay?” So, it seems there is still a need for articles such as this that break down the shades of sexuality, relationship structures, and gender. When we are young many of us were taught in binary terms. Black or white. Male or female. Straight or not. Binary is computer coding and cannot adequately explain the complexity of life.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Humans
Wine and Spirits
This wasn't the “you go for the breadsticks and endless soup-and-salad” type restaurant. It was the “a bottle of wine costs forty dolls, you can't pronounce half the items on the menu, and why are there snails?” kind of restaurant.
By Jennan Kellogg5 years ago in Humans
First Date
Lillyanna sat on top of the old metal bridge watching the sun go down. She would snap a picture every couple of seconds as red filled the sky above her. Slowly she leaned back to get a more dynamic shot of the sunset when she heard a sweet soprano voice shout out below.
By Marz5 years ago in Humans
The Humbling Giant
Ava desperately wanted to blame clumsiness on her current predicament. After “tripping” in her study partner’s dorm, she was on a lunch date to retrieve an artifact lost in the excitement. Of course, Xian could have dropped the watch at her dorm, but Ava saw this as an opportunity to clear any confusion. There were already rumors circulating about the young women’s friendship, but that didn’t seem to bother either young woman. That was until last night.
By N.S. Rawiya5 years ago in Humans
Samantha
And then she was gone. I was never going to see her again. Or so I thought. One day in a restaurant in Chicago; a place I had only spoken of in adjectives. No name, no street address, just the story of a place I once loved to go to. On that day I walked into the small bar that was once a true speakeasy which was why I always remembered it in story but not in name. I took the small winding staircase down to the lower level where it had more of a lounge feeling rather than a loud bar like the upstairs area. I sat down at an empty table for two in the corner of the room and ordered a glass of Merlot. As I waited for my server to return with my drink I looked around the room and remembered the things that made this place a favorite of mine my eyes caught the side of her face. I couldn’t be sure it was her, it had been nearly 20 years since she disappeared from my life without a trace. But as she lifted the bottle of Merlot to refill her glass, I saw the tattoo on her arm that she got when we were on a trip in Thailand. I knew it was her. I slowly stood up from my table and walked over to hers. As I approached her table I said her name, “Samantha?”. She turned to look at me and for a moment I looked into the eyes of the woman I’d been mourning for decades.
By Alex O5 years ago in Humans
Merlot with Maggie
Hiii mia.z8459! It’s cliché but trust me - be your authentic self. If he can’t appreciate you for the QUEEN that you are, there are plenty more where that came from. In the meantime, grab a glass of wine (you know it’s Merlot for me!) and sit down, girl - we need to talk about yesterday’s Twitter beef…
By Emily Cummings5 years ago in Humans
First Night Out
I first met him at Columbus Circle, directly under the looming glare of Trump Hotel. It was Saturday morning and I sipped a coffee aimlessly. Disgustingly bitter, which was fitting. I felt bitter. A couple walking by laughed in French, maybe Italian. Their joy radiated and tied my stomach into knots. As I hopped off the curb to cross the street into Central Park hoping to disappear for a while a cyclist shouted. “WATCH OUT!”. My dark roast tumbled onto the pavement. In a city of millions I was self absorbed to the point of solitude, I didn’t see him coming. He swerved right to avoid me and came to a screeching halt. Too stunned to apologize, I just stared. His eyes were Forest Green and he stared right back. “Would have been a shame to run over such a good looking face” he said. Something was furiously working in my mind, like a nearly finished crossword. Before I could figure it out he spoke again. “Sorry about your coffee, can I take you out and buy you a proper drink?”. Seven across. The clue; “Certain”. Four letters. “Sure” I mouthed, the word slowly stumbling out my mouth. He squinted, unable to hear my whisper. “Yes, I’m free for dinner”. I said it clearly but I was spectating myself from a distance. What was I doing?
By A. Comeaux5 years ago in Humans
him
Amina starred at herself in the bathroom mirror as she touched up her ruby red lipstick, pouted her lips and recited her affirmations,
By Irene Dawson Otoo 5 years ago in Humans
Every drop is sacred
Sunlight dripped like honey from golden leaves; the trees bathing in the setting sun. Ripples across the water glinted and gleamed like there were stars upon the surface. They’d chosen to meet here, at this time, for this very reason.
By Courtney Leigh5 years ago in Humans
Wine And Peaches
I nervously sipped my wine while my fingers rapped a discordant beat on the tablecloth. I hadn’t been this edgy about a date since I was a teenager. But then my dates for the last decade had been basically the same, meet at the restaurant, share small talk, say you’re doing to do it again sometime, and leave. There’d been a few second dates and even a couple of third dates. But mostly I’d been too busy with work to spend much time on relationships. I had great friends and a job that I loved. That was enough for me.
By Diana McLaren5 years ago in Humans
A Special Person
Diane: We met online. I hate that. It feels so foreign. Life is supposed to happen around you, not on a screen. But that’s the new thing now. People don’t just meet people in person anymore. So, we met on a dating app. She seemed really nice and we hit it off. That doesn’t happen often for me. In college I used to hit it off with everyone, but not so much anymore. So, I got excited for the first time about a girl in at least a year.
By Katelyn5 years ago in Humans