lgbtq

The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.

Fight or Flight
Breathe through your mouth, Mallika reminded herself, leaning heavily on the ropes outlining the boxing ring. “Boxing ring” was generous, really. The mat was a grimy, torn relic, and she was pretty sure the ropes had been stolen from the wharf across the highway. She shook her head of the thoughts. The crowd jeered as her opponent assumed a ready stance, beckoning her with a cheeky crook of her finger. Mallika rolled her eyes.
By Anaakhya Kavi6 years ago in Humans
Trans Before, Trans After. Top Story - February 2021.
Everyone in this world eventually kicks the final bucket. This is a fact of life. It's unavoidable. Guaranteed. However, it's the unfortunate truth that many LGBT+ folx, particularly those who are transgender, often die much younger than their cisgender and/or hetero-normative counterparts. There are many reasons for this particular fact of life, but every single one of them is just as tragic as the next.
By J. Lee6 years ago in Humans
Queers in Closets and Why We Need to Stop Coming Out of Them
"You never stop coming out. Every time you meet a new person, you have to come out all over again." This announcement, made by the director of my college LGBTQ group, was the closing statement at the first group gathering. I was in my freshman year of college, and, like much of queer youth, I was making up for lost times. I was finally dating who I wanted and surrounding myself with people like me. I was no longer hiding, so this idea that you do not just 'come out of the closet' once ignited a pit of frustration that I would wrestle with much of my college career. Why is it my responsibility to correct everyone's assumptions of me?
By VKT6 years ago in Humans
Subtle
His eyes would never sparkle as brightly as they had all those years ago, and maybe Samuel should take responsibility for that. He had never been good at expressing himself, or showing how much he cared. It had always come easier Arthur, and even now when they're together Samuel still has a hard time showing beyond brief kisses and gentle touches that he would give up anything he owned if only Arthur would smile like he had on the day they had met. But Arthur had never seemed to mind as much, and in fact, he often called it endearing that Samuel could barely hold his hand in public without feeling out of place; but he tried for Arthur.
By KaeKubb6 years ago in Humans
Glued
The light was red, no cars were around and I was the queen of jay-walking. I effortlessly sprinted across the street and adjusted my winter hat; fall’s creeping coolness nipped my ears.
By Krissie V Moore6 years ago in Humans
Please Don't Call Me Sir PART I
Transgender, cisgender, pangender, oh my!!! These terms, and more, did not exist in my little world in the 70's. Growing up in small town America had it's benefits for some, but not someone that felt different, thought different, and looked different, as I did. You fell in to one of two categories, girl or boy, male or female. Trying to get out of one of those boxes was not easy. I would dare say in the town I was in at the time, getting out of a box was not even possible. There were terms for the people that didn't fit in one of the boxes in a neat and tidy way. Those terms included old maids, old bachelors who never "took a wife", odd, weird, eccentric (I rather like this one above the rest), fags and dykes. I did not have an understanding of the sexuality associated with the terms. In my pre-teen mind the terms were just adjectives describing one's appearance or how someone chose to live. I knew they were derogatory in nature, but it wouldn't be until much later, after leaving that small town, that I would truly know the meaning and the impact of the words.
By CeCe6 years ago in Humans
A Modern Reflection
Shane walked out of the elevator at the Sutter Health Medical Center feeling optimistic. He presented himself right in front of the COVID-19 health inspector as he anticipated those 3-5 questions on the current status of his health. A realization came to him every time he stepped out of his home he would have to answer these questions anywhere he had gone. The administrator stated, “Have you had a fever in the last fourteen days?”
By Camila Sharpe6 years ago in Humans
Our Bones
There were few things in life that were as organic to Lizzie as surrounding herself with the dead. As a little girl, she had always been sympathetic toward the creatures that were cast off on the side of the road, flies buzzing directly over their decomposing bodies, performing soft little songs with their wings.
By Talia Hazelton6 years ago in Humans
At a Coffe Shop
August runs into the first open shop he sees to take cover from the rain. His feet squish in his wet shoes. He takes off his sopping beanie and makes his way inside. He shakes out his wet hair like a dog. Looking up, he takes in the hustle and bustle of a small café. With a few small tables along the right wall and a handwritten chalk menu, how nice. He’s always up for a cup of joe.
By Kira Petty6 years ago in Humans
We Are Human
I have not always been as open minded and accepting of the LGTBQ community as I am now. It wasn't until about ten years ago that I became fully accepting of it. As a child and young teenager, I always listened to my dad and even agreed with him (to a certain extent) and his belief that homosexuality was wrong. I would even make jokes about the gay couple I saw at the movie theater or the gay couple I saw at the mall some eighteen odd years before.
By Helen Hieble6 years ago in Humans
Strength through silence
I haven't spoken a single word in a month and I couldn't be happier. Don't get the wrong idea - it's not like I'm doing some monastic retreat. It's not a spiritual healing, or a social cleanse.
By Amber Mowatt6 years ago in Humans
Stay
Grace had heard the tales of the woman in the forest. That you should go to her in times of trouble. That she was a “fixer” of sorts, for the worst humanity had to offer.
By Cat Bog6 years ago in Humans