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Brandon Coming Out
“You can’t tell me how to live my life!” he screamed through his tears as he slammed his bedroom door. For the last few days, that’s how nearly every conversation with his mother had ended, with sobs and isolation. He hated it. He wanted out. But being only 15, there was nowhere else to go.
By Logan Sohma7 years ago in Families
I Identify As a Train Wreck
Anti-queer folk often rely on the phrase "think of the children!" whenever they try to advocate against the continued existence of people like me—to which, if I'm not to exhausted, I usually reply, "but there are queer children, you know."
By Tavish Flynn7 years ago in Families
Best friends not Lovers!
How many times you see yourself in the friend zone? I see myself all the time! I know right, and its difficult because they're almost all the time your best friend or a close friend. The worst is when they make themselves available all the time and lead you on.
By Liliana Duarte7 years ago in Families
Wait.. I'm a Trans Man, but I'm Pregnant???
So to start off, a little bit of basic background. I've been out as a trans male for almost 5 years now, and have been taking steps since then towards transitioning. Most of my friends who knew me beforehand and still were around after I came out have commented on the fact I seem a lot more confident and happy since I have begun my transition. To some it made a lot of sense. To others, I had to explain a little about it because my story wasn't what most people would consider typical. I figured out in my 20's that I was transgender because the house I was raised in was pretty much a box where such terms like gay, and bi and lesbian and transgender didn't exist. I didn't even know what they were. So, it was the first time I had ever heard the term, or met someone else who was. But after that discovery, over the next couple of years, I began to finally grow into myself, learning more and more about who I actually was. It wasn't always an easy thing. There were moments when I would break down in a panic/anxiety attack on the sidewalk when walking to the store because dysphoria would hit me out of nowhere at the thought of the store clerk referring to me as female, or the random depression spikes I commonly dealt with. But over time, I slowly got more and more stable, especially after getting on testosterone. That helped a lot, in many ways. It was validating because a lot of the issues I had beforehand, even seemingly unrelated ones, seemed to become less of an issue. Such as the fact of me being super clumsy before, and after being on testosterone, that seemed to go away.
By Roman Loxley Quinn7 years ago in Families
Two Women and a Baby
It's a daunting thing to accept when you realize you're a lesbian that having children may have well been either put on hold or taken completely off the table. That's what I thought at least. My girlfriend and I had been together for seven years when we decided it was time to expand our family. We looked around online at our options, and holy heck, we were out of our league. The prices seemed outrageous. What two heterosexual people, medical reasons aside, can typically do for free, or at least keep making attempts, would cost us an arm and a leg. We gave up hope for awhile that this would ever happen for us.
By Heather Martin-Miles7 years ago in Families
What It Is Like Having a Gay Activist Uncle
My uncle is my inspiration for being a part of the LGBTQ community because he conducts himself with dignity, and if he knows you feel a certain way about a subject, he discusses it with you instead of tensing up and getting defensive. He is what I aspire to be daily when I try to have conversation with someone. He currently is in and out of Ireland conducting research and trying to promote the LGBTQ community as best as he can.
By May Bainter7 years ago in Families
Fickle Fifteen
The day was scorching, just like the day before it. The air always feels hotter in the Dominican Republic for some reason. My mom bought my flight the day before, assuring me that my school work would be fine, that the trip would only be for a few days, and that I had to go say my final goodbyes to my great-grandma, who by the way was more alive than ever staring at me from across the table. I tried to find a way to address the elephant in the room; the fact that it's the middle of the school week, my grandma isn't dying, and yet here I am. I hear the phone ring and thank God for the break in the tension. It's for me. I race over to the phone hoping someone was going to let me in on the big secret soon; nobody has explained anything to me since I got off the plane.
By Cristal Hernandez7 years ago in Families
Out of the Closet
The most common [negative] LGBT narrative for coming out to one's family is that of the parents just utterly disowning their child. Calling them sinful fags, or other hurtful words, and I always sort of imagined a burly football-loving dad literally picking their gay, lesbian, trans, or bi child up by the scruff of their shirt and tossing them out the door.
By Ian Hazelton7 years ago in Families
The Day I Lost My Son
The day I lost my son was like any other day. I woke up at god awful in the morning and made coffee. My husband came down and we made breakfast while waiting for the kiddo to come down stairs. I remember sitting there, reading random fluff on the internet via my phone, with occasional sips of coffee. The next thing I knew, my child was curled up in my lap, trembling against my chest.
By Kelley Pace7 years ago in Families