I had my first real crush in the ninth grade. His name was Alex. I first saw Alex in the spring semester in the English wing, a short glance made me have the biggest crush ever. We didn't speak all that year, and I honestly didn't think we would. I guess destiny wanted for us to meet, and we had a class together in the tenth grade. I tried my very best to impress him. I would get the answers to the tests and give them to him, he would pass and I wouldn't. But I didn't care. Before the Christmas break, I took a bag full of lollipops to give out to the entire class, only for me to be able to approach him. I would ride the bus every day. One day, all of a sudden, I see Alex riding my bus. He was alone, so I decided to sit in the seat behind him. We started talking, he got off at the first stop, but I was so happy after that day. And my friends, who were all watching from the back of the bus, knew this. On one of the rides, Alex started asking for a friend of mine named Celeste. That's when I realized he liked girls. I started feeling down but he was so cute and my first crush since the seventh grade, which made it really difficult for me to move on easily. He was a nice person overall. I remember sitting in a desk near the end of the middle row when Alex enters the room, walks towards me to greet me, then walks to the end of the room to take his sit. The stupid me thought it was a mixed signal, now realizing he was just being polite. Anyway, I didn't tell him my feelings all that school year.
Published about a year ago
People say that the person you marry should be your best friend... So why are these same people pissed about same-sex marriage? If a man's best friend is a man, and he wants to spend his entire life with that person, why can't he? If a woman's best friend is another woman, and she wants to spend her entire life with that person, why can't she? Same-sex marriage isn't horrible.
I’m a lesbian. I’m 21 and I can say that with a fact I am gay. At 14 I learned what the words "gay" and "lesbian" meant. I guess I was just really naive as a child. At 15 I got my first girlfriend and told my family (before my friends). But for a long time I struggled with how to express myself. I didn’t know of any other lesbians and the one girl I did know I was dating. I had all these preconceived ideas that I had to be ‘butch’ and dress masculine to be a ‘real lesbian’. So that’s what I did.
Okay, before I start I would like to introduce myself. My name is Jordan and I am 18 years old. I live in England with my parents, oh and I'm gay. I realised I was gay around the age of 12 but remained closeted for the next five years. What I am about to tell you happened when I was 12, roughly three weeks after I had figured out who I was.
Published about a year ago
My future husband stares at me from across the tube. Or maybe at the map behind me. Or at the legs of a woman. He has wispy black hair. I think. I’m not exactly sure what wispy black hair is, but if anyone were to have it, I’m sure it would be him. This wispy black hair frames his dark complexion and brooding eyes that would put Mr. Darcy to shame.
Growing up in a mostly male family, I didn't really see myself as different at first. I loved video games, monster trucks, and roughhousing with my cousins, but I also liked dresses and the color pink like the girls on TV, so I figured that was all there was to being a girl.
I always thought that sex was weird. Watching movies growing up, I thought it was unnecessary. I thought, “How could anyone want this. Why is this a thing that should be included in movies.” It was a weird sight. It felt like I was watching a super intimate part of these character’s lives. That I shouldn't be watching this. The concept of sex didn’t click as this thing that people do all the time, and that they enjoy. I always avoided looking at these things in movies. They were in so many different movies, that it was crazy. It seemed so weird and unnatural to me.
I was lucky. When I came out, I never really had to say anything out loud. My mom just kind of figured it out. The conversation was... terribly awkward.
Roughly every year, 34,000 people commit suicide. On average, there are 121 suicides every day. Would you believe me if I told you that 33 percent of those that commit or attempt suicide are LGBT? That means, that right now, there is someone taking their own life. Someone's mother or father, someone's aunt or uncle, somebody's son or daughter, somebody's brother or sister, is ending their own life, right now. So we search for answers to try and "cure" suicide. Try to find something to blame for suicide. We blame the music, or technology, or the media when the real fault lies right within ourselves.
As Pride Month goes on, I would like to address common excuses used to "justify" homophobia and transphobia.
During the years, the relationship between society and the LGBT+ community had enormous progress. After a lot of pacifist fights for their rights and a propaganda against ignorance, a lot of prejudices are over, making the social acceptation a reality always much more concrete.