lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
A Perilous Match
A Perilous Match Her fingers trace the outlines of each hardbound spine for rows and rows at a time. Down and up, to the right, skipping over ones she’s already read. Texture, material, withstanding integrity: all essential aspects of her hunt for the next notebook for her collection. Some may refer to them as “journals” but to her they are most definitely notebooks. Each book has a pragmatic purpose, even if that purpose is to hold pages of unspoken love sonnets for the clerk at the front of the shop.
By Shannon Harms5 years ago in Humans
Fortune
Luck isn't binary, not only bad, nor wholly good; its spectrum is broad. What looks like bad luck to many, can often hold a silver lining for some, and today it is about to turn for jersey number 11. Life as they knew it altered spectacularly at 12 minutes past 3 on a sunny Tuesday. In a dazzling ferocious white heat, which obliterated the gaping faces of teammates, competitors and crowd alike. Screams of people and sirens mixed, giving way to the deep numb quiet of darkness.
By Bex Kneale5 years ago in Humans
The Fruit Loop, Las Vegas
If this was Babylon, she was Jezebel, a painted Queen in regal jewels. Head high, making her way through a crowd refusing to bow to her, who relished in her destruction. Any sign of a misstep would have her lose her place. Her coiffed hair a tower of tall feathers mimicking peacock plumage, their goddess given eyes all seeing, yet a wall that seemed to shield her from their accusations.
By Raquel Teixeira5 years ago in Humans
Different types of discrimination I've encountered
It is no secret that society has problems with inclusivity. Those problems go way back from centuries and it shows how the human species might never be ready to change. Whether it'sexism, racism, homophobia or any type of discrimination that exists, the province of Quebec in Canada is no different from everywhere else. The prime minister, which should be the one to force changes, refuses to acknowledge that discrimination exists. I fully recognise that I can't be able to talk about certain things because I have the chance and privilege to not live them.
By Alexe Robitaille5 years ago in Humans
Tender
It must be wonderful, people say when they learn that Michael’s partner is now a house husband. Not so wonderful, of course, that he’s been laid off, and a shame that his freelance photography isn’t picking up, but how great to be able to do that, not to be bothered by old-fashioned ideas. We would give anything, his female colleagues agree, for our other halves to have dinner ready and do the ironing without it being such a blow to their masculine ego.
By J. A. Quine5 years ago in Humans
Mole on My Skin
She was a woman even though she was not. She was called Erin, like her birth name Arron. Simple, not THAT big of a change. Just a normal person with the desire to be what she was not. She wondered if such anomalies happened in the animal kingdom. Did a deer desire to be a turtle? Did a beaver need to be a mole? The animal world and the human world were not THAT different from one another. She had read somewhere that there was a bird, a Cardinal, that was both sexes, it was half red like a male and half brown like a female. Arron was born male but had always felt like a female. Her look had always been androgynous, the long neck like a swan, huge round eyes with long lashes like the tail of a comet and her tiny figure. Then came the gestures, the need to do something with her hair, her walk and her talk. There was always a desire to embellish the bland parts of her and paint the blank wall red. These things came so easy, this need to be a woman. A she. Not a he or a they. Oh, GOD! Who was responsible for all of this new pronoun stuff? It was so confusing, especially to the older generation but she shouldn’t be confused-she wasn’t old…well, not THAT old. She was approaching 30 in a few years but it felt like 50 in a few months. It didn’t matter, the world had changed so much that she felt ancient, out of touch, misunderstanding and misunderstood. Did a penis make a man? Her friend Zach, a young man of merely twenty-two now said his name was Amy. Call me Amy. Not Zach. Erin was perplexed. Zach was a hot boy, a straight boy- but now, all of a sudden, he wanted to be non-binary. He no longer felt like a boy and he did not identify as a male or a female.
By Anthony Garcia-Copian5 years ago in Humans
How to Be a Bad Catholic
First, be a good Catholic, Even a super one. The signs are everywhere that you are on the fast track to becoming a priest. Your parents drop you off at the steps of the Manila all-boys parochial preparatory, praying that the Jesuits cast their seminarian spell on you. In short order you’re able to quote scripture like a Shakespearean soliloquy. You delve into the deviled details of the seven sacraments as well as seven deadly sins. Lest thou forget the fourteen Stations of the Cross. You can name hundreds of saints. And for the record there are 10,000 of them.
By Jobert Abueva5 years ago in Humans
Taegong: Sinking In
The filming in Rome was complete. Rehearsals for their debut TV performance were over. They had one shot and one shot only to impress the world. Taeyang couldn't believe that he did it all in one day. He knew that there would be trouble with the video: Taeyang locked lips with Gong-gi outside the Vatican. They got kicked out of Sistine chapel when Gong-gi spanked him. The highlights of the day were holding hands on the Spanish steps and making wishes by Trevi Fountain.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
Spencer
One more thing done. One more accomplishment. He always felt that satisfactory twang of comfort as he drew his pen across the words, crossing out another thing on his apocalyst of things to do. He never liked the term bucket-list, but most people didn't understand how he could have an apocalyst when he didn't actually believe an apocalypse was coming. Or was it? It kind of felt like an apocalypse had been biting at his heels for the past two years, the inevitability weighing down on him like an overhead anvil held aloft by nothing more than a fraying rope. ‘Bungee jump’ was number 22 on his list and it was a sweet one to cross off.
By KP-the-writer5 years ago in Humans
