lgbtq

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

Don't Do Drugs
I remember that it was more than just fear- that it was existential dread, creeping up from my ankles to my neck, making my body clench so hard I thought my bones would be grinded to powder. The mere thought that I might be exposed, cast away from my family and community, lose the few friends that I had, and live the rest of my life wondering what could have been had I just continued to contain myself like I had been for years already. But then I’d remember the feeling I got every time I saw you. It seems obscene to describe it with words. So I’ll say that it was medicine, the cure to my dread. A muscle relaxer that eased the tension on my shoulders and let me sink into the Earth. A pill that vaporized my worries and focused my brain one the only thing that mattered: you. And every time I got my dose I wanted to end the façade, to leave my self-imposed containment. Even if it killed me.
By Shawn Daring5 years ago in Humans
A Hidden Pan
We all see coming out stories that are good, bad, and down right ugly. The ones where their friends and family accepted them and loved them unconditionally. The ones where they were told, “it's just a phase”, but then everyone comes around later on. Even the ones where they are disowned, belittled, etc. I love coming out stories, because they give me “main character” vibes when an LGBTQ+ member takes charge and moves on to have a great life despite the negative Nancy's and Ned's of the world. I want to see all types of stories. This is my story.
By Tierra Morgan5 years ago in Humans
2 Lanes
What were we talking about. Aw yeah, Rae's girl. I remember when I met her. I happened to be siiting on Rae lap that day. She walked up on us as sassy as can be. Stopped in her steps " who this on my baby lap" as she put her hands on her hips. I was unbothered, bad I know. Good thing I wasn't bothered she was only playing.
By Ashley Meriweather5 years ago in Humans
"I Do" Thrift
As a plus size person, who is very particular in what I wear, trying to find clothing in a thrift store is next to impossible. So much so, that I rarely go in them anymore, and usually only will if I’m looking for furniture or something cheap for my home. Because, like many young Americans, I am not far above the poverty line- if I’m even at it. As such, I don’t really have the money to spend on brand new items, or anything at all really.
By J. Lee5 years ago in Humans
Because You Like Him
I wipe the sweat off my hands onto my skinny jeans and command them to stop trembling. Why didn’t I ask him what kind of wine he drinks? I think to myself as I awkwardly stand ogling all the different wines in the middle of Safeway.
By TJ Sage5 years ago in Humans
Please Don't Call Me Sir
PART V Middle School At around age 13 (a little before I think), it was necessary for my mother to return to NY from Florida because my grandmother was showing signs of advanced dementia and she needed help with her daily living. My mother, being the kind of person she was, returned to help, even though there were three other siblings in the immediate area.
By CeCe5 years ago in Humans
The Middle of a Dream
It’s not often that you find yourself in the middle of a dream, knowing it’s reality. As I sat in the middle of the museum, surrounded by some of the most incredible pieces of artwork in the world, I knew that I had to be dreaming.
By Rebecca Massek5 years ago in Humans
What Free Feels Like
It’s always girls they show in the movies with clothes strewn about their room as they try to find a perfect first-date outfit. I never thought that’d be me, a 22-year-old man trying on his sixth shirt in five minutes.
By Heather Roonan5 years ago in Humans
2 Lanes
So, I never told you guys what I did over the summer because I don't remember doing anything besides moving and kicking it with my siblings. Most definitely went to the track. No not horse. The track you drag race on with cars. Imagine what I seen there. Bootys everywhere! Now I know Igot some buns on me, but damn.
By Ashley Meriweather5 years ago in Humans
Rushing Yards
-Bend, Oregon. 1986- Travis maintained his stealthy grip on the steering wheel, his gaze at the center of it. "We can't be seen together anymore," he said. "People are talking. I could lose my scholarship."
By Dree Lynn5 years ago in Humans
Transgender and Pregnant
So, if any of you reading this have read my previous blog about being transgender but de-transitioning after 3 years, some of you may be confused.
By Ashley Berry5 years ago in Humans
Save this for me
“Is it just yourself, sir?” “No, I’ll be meeting someone.” The sir replied with a smile. “Oh! for two then!” “Yes, please.”
By Martin Lee5 years ago in Humans