lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
How Do You Know If You're Gay?
If you’re here, you’ve probably asked the infamous question: how do you know if you’re gay? More importantly, how do I know if I’m gay? It’s an age-old question really. Are you asking out of curiosity, or out of fear? Do you even know why you’re asking?
By stupid weenie8 years ago in Humans
Do We Need LGBT History Month?
Since February 2005, the UK has dedicated one month a year to celebrate the LGBT+ community. Initially kicked off in the United States back in 1994, LGBT History Month’s main purpose is to acknowledge all the strife and struggle in LGBT history and the civil rights movements that have surrounded it.
By Ellie Reeves8 years ago in Humans
The Gay Community in Short
In the United States, it is estimated that only 3.5 percent of adults openly identify as gay, lesbian, or bisexual. I am part of that minute percentage. As an out gay man, I have experienced the gay community first-hand. I have encountered my fair share of homophobia over the years. Not everything about being gay is rainbow flags and unicorn horn headbands—it is truly a struggle, both physical and emotional. Even in a country as progressive as ours, gays are not widely accepted due to biases formed from religious beliefs, the AIDs epidemic, and various stereotypes respectfully. Regardless of prejudices, I believe gays have never been in a better standing with society. The overall disposition of LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transsexual) members is far from perfect but there are noticeable improvements. While society as a whole is advancing through use of cultural diversity and modern technologies, so is the gay community.
By Nicolas Murphy8 years ago in Humans
Yes, Two Guys Can Just Be Friends #MyWorstDate
Hi, I’m E.J., I’m queer (specifically, pan), and I’m also transgender. I identify as male, people use my preferred name and pronouns, and I came out to everyone in my life halfway through 2016, so it’s been a year and a half now. And I’d like to say I pass decently when I really want to.
By Elijah James8 years ago in Humans
Why I Kept Attracting Men Who Weren’t Out of the Closet
It all started from an early age. I realized I was in love with my best friend from 12-18. At first, I didn't realize it because obviously at such a young age, who could? We would go on an adolescent double date with two girls, and the entire time I was pretending to make moves on the girl I had been stuck with, I would have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I took time to try and process what was happening. Was I jealous of him? No, that wasn't it because we were equally popular and equally attractive. That's when I realized it wasn't me being jealous of him, it was me being jealous of the girl he was with. He became the standard for what I would attract in my life. Longing for someone who could not give me back what I wanted, either because the feelings weren't there or he wasn't comfortable with his sexuality.
By Chris Partsch8 years ago in Humans
So Many Letters in My Acronym
Louisiana isn't the most liberal place to grow up. Despite the immeasurable amount of flashing that goes on during Mardi Gras, it's a pretty conservative place as far as beliefs go. The area I live is largely Catholic and those that aren't Catholic are Baptist. I was raised going to church every time the door was open, and to the preacher's house on some occasion when the church doors were closed. If my grandmother, who I lived with, didn't feel well enough to go to church, we'd end up watching someone like Benny Hen or Adrian Rogers. She was very conservative with her thoughts on homosexuality and masturbation, and she wasn't shy about sharing her views. It was a sin, no gray area, no questions, it was just wrong. There were several days that I'd be asked if someone had touched me or if I'd touched myself or anything like that, making sure that I knew that Jesus wouldn't be happy about it. Even school wasn't devoid of religion with clubs like FCA and FISH or teachers interjecting their personal religious philosophies into lessons. It's safe to say, I had my share of religious influence.
By Jade Grayson8 years ago in Humans
The Diaries of a Bi Girl
Growing up I always knew that I was different. That I wasn't like all of the other girls who had crushes on boys, I would lie and say that I had crushes when I didn't. It wasn't until I was 19 and watching Grey's Anatomy and watching Callie and Arizona fall in love, and I said to myself, "I want a love like that." I wanted a love that was true and captivating and intense and i wanted it all with a WOMAN!!
By Kate Bennett8 years ago in Humans
A Different Kind of Love
I remember the first time I ever fell in love. I was nineteen years old, and up until that point, I had been dating for company and convenience. Every relationship that I had was casual and meaningless and served to do nothing but evoke a sense of longing in me; a longing for more depth, for more passion, just for MORE. I would lie awake at night thinking: Is this it? Is this the summation of my love life? Or rather the absence of one. The absence of the passion which was all-encompassing in my life seemed to captivate my waking and sleeping mind. I should probably mention that I was also deeply closeted at the time. I kept flitting from guy to guy like bees flit between flowers searching for the best pollen. Until I met my first girlfriend, I had been picking up the wrong kind of pollen, I suppose. I would tell myself, "I'll date a girl after I break up with this guy!" However, the fear of what coming out could do to me, a child of a religious, conservative family, proved to be more of an incentive than love.
By Seattle Greer8 years ago in Humans
The Red Evening
The evening is ruined in an instant. No warnings precede it and I’m left wondering how everything had gone so horribly wrong when just a moment ago it was by my perception close to being perfect. The day started as any day usually did for me during the cold winter month of December in Buffalo, New York. My phone alarm serenaded me awake with the rising timbre of beach waves hitting the shore as bird calls echoed in the background. I picked this particular one after reading an article about how early morning alarms could significantly impact an entire day. This was in vain as I existed in a constant state of dysania from reading or watching emotionally gut wrenching films late hours into the night.
By Richie Wills8 years ago in Humans
