lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
The Red Scarf
James was almost late to his soccer game so I dropped him off instead of parking the car and helping him with his gear. It was just faster that way. So James is currently playing his heart out on a field across town and I am on the shabby rug on my living room floor. There’s just so much to do, yet here I sit, perhaps still in shock.
Abbey RomanPublished 7 years ago in Humans12 Profiles You'll See Online Dating as a Lesbian
Like many of my peers, I have a love-hate relationship with 21st century dating, mostly because I am not good at it. It is rare to meet someone in the 18-24 age bracket, especially in the gay community. Yet after swiping for a while, a lot of the candidates you see look similar. If you're a woman who uses a dating app to date other women, members of these groups will be impossible to avoid.
Lauren HarshPublished 7 years ago in HumansSanctuary
She’s here. Struck dumb, I stand in the way of the customers who obey the barista calling out names assigned to steaming half-caff, double pump espresso mocha latte-chinos. Yet I cannot move, my own Grande 4000 calorie treat sweetly scalding my trembling fingertips, now forgotten in my hand.
Abbey RomanPublished 7 years ago in HumansBorn This Way
I was raised straight. I was raised to believe that any orientation other than straight was a sin. I’m not straight, though. Does this mean God (if God is even real) loves me less? Does it mean I’m doomed to be rejected by my family? What does this mean? I hope it doesn’t mean I’m going to be alone forever. I mean, I can’t find a nice girl to settle down with, because then my family will hate me. I could find a nice boy, but what if I don’t love him? I never thought it would take the courage that I don’t have to tell them. I can’t and I probably never will. Does this mean I’m not being true to myself? If I still spoke to my father, he would probably stop talking to me (which wouldn’t have killed me). Mom, though, her heart will be broken. She’ll probably cry and ask if it’s her fault. I don’t want to keep this locked inside forever. But I don’t want to tell them. I’m supposed to be the model child of the family. I’m treated like I’m perfect, but still treated like I’m the most flawed person. I’m supposed to be the example, supposed to make sure all the kids are lined up like ducklings behind me; all heading toward promising careers and then to marriages that are only torn apart by death. Of course, those marriages will be the most hetero of couplings. I don’t get it. I thought that by now, people would accept the fact that their children might not be attracted to the opposite sex. And what if one of the boys decides that they want to be a woman? What happens if my sister decides that she wants to be with more than one person at a time? What then? Will our parents kick them out? What if the little one comes out as gay? He’s a sweet boy, and really sensitive. I know that if my parents started hating him, I would let him come stay with me. Because it doesn’t matter to me who you love. Love is love. For a while I thought maybe I was hetero, but I’m not. I first realized that I liked girls when I was nine or ten, when I would watch those old Justice League cartoons. I was literally in love with Wonder Woman (can you blame me?). But I knew I still liked boys too. But since I wasn’t allowed to be that way, I thought that I just needed to get over it. I just thought I was because that’s the way I was raised. I am bisexual, and I’m not ashamed of it, because that’s the way I was born.
Belle BledsoePublished 7 years ago in HumansWhat I Learned from Being a LGBT+ Artist
When I started drawing webcomics I never thought about how they could affect me. I just wanted to draw and make people smile, but recently I posted a comic about being polysexual called "Twitterpated." It left many with questions and then I realized I never told my readers I'm transgender and polysexual because I can draw myself the way I want to be perceived. Then for a while I didn't post anything related to my sexuality or gender identity because I didn't want to be labeled as the "gay comic guy." Then I realized that by not talking about my sexuality and gender identity I was pushing myself back into the closet. My sexuality and gender identity is who I am and that is the part of myself I should be proud of. I should be setting an example that it's okay to be who you are, I shouldn't be afraid to be who I am. So I came out and the support I got was amazing. It made me reevaluate why I was posting comics.
Andrew HoangPublished 7 years ago in HumansMisconceptions About Lesbian Relationships
There are many misconceptions that straight people have about the way LGBTQIA love works. I ought to know, I'm proudly pansexual and have dated every gender out there. Few kinds of relationships spark as many assumptions and misconceptions as girl-girl relationships.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 7 years ago in HumansPronouns
Pronouns are an interesting thing, especially when it comes to gender. Every one of us is given a set of pronouns from the minute we are conceived. From she/her to he/him, the problem with these is that sometimes people feel they are put in this bubble/box with a label of the societal rules or expectations they need to follow to be included in the group of "normals." However, some of us don't even fit in either of these two boxes. I mean who could blame us? After all there are just about 7 billion people living on Earth right now and that is way too many people to try to shove into two empty containers labeled boy (he/him), and girl (she/her). Now for some of us, fitting in could be hard but more importantly, feeling comfortable is even harder, comfortable with ourselves that is. In order to start somewhere, we first have to rediscover ourselves and that means figuring our what brings us joy and comfort and what doesn't. This includes things like: fashion style, preferred name/nickname, and of course pronouns. These are all the things that lead to us being able to define ourselves, but these are also the things that allow us to test the respect and effort of others as well.
Em TrevinoPublished 7 years ago in HumansAre You a Boy or a Girl?
Names and places have been changed for anonymity, but this is a true story. I grew up in the rural parts of Virginia. Living in rural counties, there’s lots of mud, country music, trucks, and guns. In areas like that, despite having a very strong sense of traditional gender roles, like your stereotypical pink for girls and camo for boys, there was a large overlap in those categories. Girls could hunt, but their guns were mostly pink cameo as opposed to the normal colors the boys would have. Boys would come to school in their full regalia of hunting gear, but so would the girls. Girls could be strong and drive trucks as long as they were good at it. Even then, they were expected to have a girly side. To have pink clothes and long hair down to their but. To want a boyfriend and wear dresses, even if they were going to out into the woods every weekend.
Danni GreerPublished 7 years ago in HumansIt's Hard to Be Me
When I was three-years-old, my mom bought me a beautiful pink princess dress to dress in for Halloween. I fell in love with that dress and felt so beautiful in it. I remember how confident I felt walking up to people's doors and asking them for candy. I just knew no one would be able to refuse giving candy to such a pretty girl.
Katrina PelkyPublished 7 years ago in HumansStarting a New Year
There were three of us. Just me, my best friend, and her. It was New Years Eve and my boyfriend and I had broken up the night before, so I wanted to be home but not alone. They both were able to come to my little impromptu party, and over they came. A couple hours later my best friend had to go home.
The ‘B’ in LGBT
The LGBT community has been known to be a very accepting community, for the most part, but when broken down there are still many flaws, as most social categories of people have. The community still faces problems within itself with internalized racism, a vast array of phobias, and other social issues; yet they still manage to band together arm-in-arm to be there for one another when they fall down.
Being a Lesbian in South Alabama
Being a lesbian in any state can be quite frustrating when it comes to unwanted attention. However, I don’t live in every state. I happily reside in Alabama, a state basically torn down the middle with its take on same sex marriage. I, being a married lesbian, have witnessed first hand how uncomfortable it is to live in such a divided state.
T.C. BosargePublished 7 years ago in Humans