Relationships
Loving a gay soldier
I had just arrived back from five weeks of training exercises and had everything to put away. It was just past 2000 hours, 800pm for you civilian minded people. I received a call from my boyfriend Hans, wanting to talk, but my sergeant told him we weren't available yet. He said to tell him he wanted to see me tomorrow, which was fine with me as it had been five weeks since I last saw him, I couldn't wait. I called him and he said come over the next day when I got off duty and I did.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Pride
Happiness is Cake
Happiness is cake. Or so it is for one Millie Gonzales. Cake and her late abuelita, to be specific. She was blessed with her grandmother’s sweet tooth. They would spend countless blissful hours tinkering with recipes, licking batter off of spoons, and enjoying in the fruits (well, cakes) of their labor. Their shared passion for baking inspired Millie to want to share her happiness with others. She’ll never forget the tearful look her sweet abuelita gave her before pulling her into a fierce hug when she revealed the name of her shop: Rosa’s Bakery. It seemed only natural to name it after the woman who had supported her every step of the way. It was an exciting year watching her business gain traction and quickly become a local favorite. However, things took a turn when Rosa’s health started to rapidly decline last month.
By Ashley Gomez4 years ago in Pride
Many knew the cost
When I was growing up in the 1960's and 1970's as a gay boy we didn't have any role models to look too. I do apologize for the length of this post, I know it definitely will hit the 600 word mark. Most younger generation LGBTQ will ask why are so many people coming out in their fifties and sixties? Or as my first boyfriend said, I love you late bloomers. We had no one to look up too and if you read some of these examples listed below, you will understand why, starting with Mr. Rohrer. I, like Mr. Rohrer of the Dallas Cowboys had no positive role models. But Mr. Rohrer was told if he was gay, then it would destroy his football career. Jeffrey Charles Rohrer (born December 25, 1958) is a former American football linebacker in the National Football League for the Dallas Cowboys. He played college football at Yale University and was drafted in the second round of the 1982 NFL Draft. Early life and collegiate career
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Pride
Their place.
Ann peeked anxiously out of the window, her brilliant white nets still fresh from their recent wash, the sweet scent reaching her nose. She fingered them gently, pulling them back into place; the breeze had misplaced them slightly and now they weren't hanging right. Ann had become very particular over her nets the past 15 months, how they hung, the way they smelled how they may look from the outside. The outside, the beautiful, scary and forever changed outside. Ann stepped back slightly, this window had been her prisoner and saviour all at once; allowing her glimpses of the normality that slowly started to grow again, hesitant first meetings through the window, opened just enough to have a conversation until fear had made her close it, lock it and step away again when the second wave came, then she simply peered through it longingly, waving at neighbours and watching the world creep back to life once more, while she felt trapped and left behind. Forgotten.
By Claire Lamb4 years ago in Pride
You Deserve to Feel Special
Peter dropped a stack of paperwork the size of a textbook on Aleesia’s desk with an audible ‘thump’. She scowled at it, as it joined the other scattered papers over her desk, before turning her glare at the man hovering over her desk. “What is this? Ad hoc?” She at least managed to keep her tone even. The last thing she wanted was to start some workplace drama with one of the project managers.
By Kassandra Cherry4 years ago in Pride
Thank you for Loving out Loud, Femme:
Recently I've been sifting through words I wrote in college and high school. Yes, I'm one of those folks that have saved every journal, and most papers I wrote during recent past lives; I'm so glad I did. Finding words from my younger selves has been like finding little brass keys, which unlock doors to portals that lead me home.
By Sur Ren Dirt (she/they)5 years ago in Pride
So What are you Really Saying?
Last week, we officially launched our podcast, Soul in Love! We have so many stories we want to share with the world! From our struggles to our experiences to our ups and downs, but mostly all of the things that have kept us Soul in Love for nearly a decade! Black and LGBTQ+ love is so important, and we decided to share our love story while also highlighting other Black and LGBTQ+ couples.
By Bryce and Val Marie Henderson5 years ago in Pride
Looking
His profile picture drew me in. He was ruggedly good-looking, wearing an old camo hat. He had beautiful blue eyes and a scruffy beard, and His plain t-shirt highlighted his broad shoulders and toned chest. His jeans fit just right and looked dingy as if he had been working outside in a dirt pile. His work boots were well used. You could see the veins on his hairy arms, and it was evident from his picture that he was a blue-collar guy.
By J. Delaney-Howe5 years ago in Pride
All Lights Coming At Us from the Sound!
And there is the wedding tonight on the beach, all the guests dressed up and it rains and I’m there to film, given a camera older than myself to hold and thank god it’s a short ceremony because I almost drop it it’s so heavy. Everyone looks up and the bride comes down from the big winding stairs in the reception hall, where the ceremony relocates during the storm. And she walks to where her husband stands, where I stand with my arms shaking under that heavy thing, recording this moment in sharp black and white. The camera drifts to Erin, her standing in the corner, pinned up, her blue dress, her face soft in all the light coming in through the windows—it’s still sunny even though outside it thunders. The bride begins to speak and I focus back on her, and she says I do and she’s kissed, and she and the groom have their first dance and they eat; Erin and I sneak out to the beach when we notice it stops raining. Now it’s dark, two hours of wedding gone by the same way all weddings do. We take off our shoes and run out to the water, the sound lit up with the skyline of the city and all those apartments on the water.
By Bobby Crossroads5 years ago in Pride
