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Most recently published stories in Pride.
Story of the Woulfe
I have been called quite “unconventional”. I am the black sheep of the family so to speak. I am the only California born and raised from a family that comes solely from Texas and the Southern states as well as Pennsylvania apparently. But me? Well I would probably be shunned if I were to ever go where my blood family is. But that’s okay with me. Your real family is truly chosen right? Anyway. It took ALOT to get to where I am now. I’ll start off with this. I’m a Pansexual Transgender Man. For those of you that may not know what that means, it means I was born biologically female, but as I grew up I realized I was not, despite my efforts to conform. And being Pansexual means I do not care what’s in your pants, it’s your soul, your aura, that attracts me.
By Luther Cockrill4 years ago in Pride
Love is lie
StartThese are the exact words Avantika says always. She is a very silly, crazy, smart, and intelligent girl (all at once because of mood swings). She stopped believing in love after his beloved Dadaji's death which occurred when she was in 12th and one more reason was temporary relations being created now n then which was not in her ethics. She doesn't believe in time pass and one more reason for being a book worm and not interested in guys
By Dpyadav Yadav4 years ago in Pride
Going to urinals - ain't that great?
In the Royal Navy, I was once “reliably told”, there are two types of men: “Men who piss down sinks and liars!” While I have never been in the Royal Navy, I believe I belong in the first group. Hence the reason for exploring why do men “piss down sinks” and why the urinal's design needs updating.
By Malcolm Sinclair4 years ago in Pride
I Am Not Confused
I am not confused. I am a Pansexual so gender, biological sex, and gender idenity does not play a role in who I love. I fall in love with the person, who they are not by what box they check on the forms that make us define who we are without allowing all the choices to be there.
By C.A. Price4 years ago in Pride
Gluteus Maximus
2 Gluteus Maximus Evening had finally come, allowing Jaye and Jean time to relax together on their couch, watching yet another installment of Sharknado(. It was one of the few programs they both enjoyed. Honey, Jay started, Will you rub my butt? Sure, wait til the commercial okay? Jaye jumped up and ran to the bathroom to pee and take off her shoes.
By Jacqueline Gabrielle4 years ago in Pride
Beneath the Cerulean Sky
You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they are not. Merritt Palmerston constantly ponders on such wise words of Jodi Picoult, even if he believes that they do not apply to him. Hanging just above the bathroom sink, a large looking glass reflects a charismatic, dirty-blond guy with eyes of azure and a razor sharp jaw who is blossoming in his early twenties; that reflection becomes entangled from the distortion of a turbulent mind, ravaged by the storms of depression and self-doubt. His mind often assures him that he will forever remain alone on the roller coaster that is life. Why would he even deserve love, he often thinks to himself. No one would ever love him, such a devastating whirlwind of emotional, damaged goods. That's right, he thinks to himself, he is damaged goods, tossed aside by a society bent on the perfection of Instagram influencers. He picked up a comb in an attempt to tame his thick mane of rebellious hair. Although it is cut in a fashion that he can style it like a quiff, such attempts are always futile; it always manages to find a way to become disheveled, befitting of his meandering fate of life full of unrelenting disappointment. He eventually managed to form some sort of style resembling the quiff and walked into his chambers to retrieve his knapsack. His first day of winter semester at the Institute of Archaeology at the University of the Highlands and Islands in Orkney starts today, and barring any unpredictable, yet completely predictable misfortune for him, he did not wish to be late. He tossed the emerald green knapsack over his shoulders, exited the tiny cottage, and made his way to class on foot.
By Josh Howard4 years ago in Pride
Strangers in my Home
Today I walked into my childhood home only to find it full of strangers. Everything about the house, from the dusty rafters to the cool, clean tiles beneath my feet were as familiar to me as my shadow, as the acne scars on my face, as my constant boob sweat. The house wasn’t always comfortable - in the summer the indoor heat was more akin to hell, and my poor gay spirit sweltered under that very Christian environment as a teenager. There was no escape - the house was in the middle of two lackluster suburbs and the wood floors, ceilings, and walls creaked so much that any attempts at sneaking out would have been futile. There were times that I didn’t even bother to acknowledge when I “sinned” - why bother when you’re already there?
By Camille Ora-Nicole4 years ago in Pride
Woman's Right
Without progress, we will think back on our lives in despair since we have no impact on the world. You don't need to be a worldwide achievement in your life to impact others. Seeking after a higher design is the thing that makes all the difference for us and developing.
By Sita Dahal4 years ago in Pride
