Relationships
They Don't Write Sonnets About Happiness (Part One)
I dreamt of you last night, and I remember gazing at your beauty. Radiant. I was in love. I am in love. You spoke softly, and you listened to me. I told you all the things I missed, all the things I love, and we sat down in an intimate, dimly lit setting. I couldn't recognize the place. I don't even know if this place exists — after all, this was a place where you spoke to me after all. With your warm inviting voice, and you looked on to me with such openness and embrace. It's a feeling I was more than blessed to enjoy in my life, and it was something that brought me the most joy I’d felt in days. To feel again in that brief moment, even if only for an instant, was both a blessing and a curse.
By Mark Santana4 years ago in Pride
Tips for Dating a Transgender Man
I have been in a relationship with my transgender fiancée for over three years. When we first got together, I scoured the internet searching for lists of what to do and what not to do. I found articles about using the correct pronouns, never referring to your parner by their dead name, and being understanding. These are all good things to keep in mind, but there are a few things I had to learn from experience.
By Maricela Ramirez4 years ago in Pride
What is Love
There’s a beautiful pond down a couple of blocks from my house. I’ve lived in this town my whole life. My best friend Tommy and I would go to the pond every winter to skate and play hockey. I love playing hockey. I played from 2nd grade all the way to high school. I got nervous in high school and never tried out for the school team. Boy do I regret that decision.
By Shawn Ross5 years ago in Pride
Growing up Gay
I have always wondered why I never had any problems with my sexual orientation. When I was about 8 years old I started noticing that i was different. At first I didn't pay much attention really. I thought girls had cooties and didn't want much to do with them. During recess my routine was playing soccer or whatever game was being played. I did boy things and always hung around my guy friends. But one day I over heard my aunts talking about how they think I was going to be gay. I had a vague ideas as to what gay meant but did not fully understand what that meant. So me being me walked into the middle of them and asked why they were saying that. They told me it was because I was showing gay tendencies. Which in short was for the way I talked. Which now being older I still don't like to hear myself talk on a recording or video. But back to my point, I knew I was different and when I was around 11 years old i had figured out I liked guys. I was just starting out in middle school around this time. Now growing up with my family was like any other family for the most part. My mom and dad split when i was still in diapers so I did not get to meet my mother until much later in life. My dad and grandma raised me for the majority of my childhood. I had a few stepmoms throughout the years but naturally they never stayed long. The main reason for that was my dad liked the sauce a little too much. His choice was whisky or Bud Light.
By John Barlow5 years ago in Pride
The Curse: A Love Story
Nobody calls their bank because they’re having a good day. This was the chief reason that I hated my job as much as I did. Eight hours each day, Monday through Friday, is a lot of time out of one’s life to be screamed at by irate clients who somehow had the idea that I possessed enough power to undo their late fees and bounced checks. And it was one of the reasons why, on the morning I first heard your voice, I was so startled by it.
By Sophie Colette5 years ago in Pride
Turbulent Night.
Ted woke up, precisely one minute before his alarm went off, that day, like millions, of days before it. He huffed at it, when it finally went off, and turned the damn thing off. He never used his cell phone, he stuck to the old clock his mom and dad gave him. It was one of the first things they gave him, it had seen very better days. A few mornings it had gotten 'accidentally knocked off the night stand, when he was still in high school.
By Capt. Dash5 years ago in Pride
