Nothing ever happens when you have literally zero friends. You don't go anywhere, you don't do anything, you don't talk to anyone, and you don't really know what to do. Me, I have one friend. It's my ex girlfriend; we broke up last year. We just decided to start a "friend" thing. I was tired of her being a complete asshole to me, but the real reason was I was tired of having no friends at all and her and I were pretty close before all the unmentionable shit went down that nearly killed me, but y'know that's a different story for a different time.
Coming out is a fundamental process in queer people's life. Should coming out even be a thing? "The straights" don't have to come out, so why should we? Is it to just let people know? And in that case, why can't it just be casually brought up in conversation? There are so many questions regarding this and just why we, as queer people, have to even make a giant deal about who we are and aren't attracted to, both sexually and romantically.
I recently saw an online post stating that the B should be removed from LGBTQ. As a bisexual myself, this really made me think. The argument was that bisexual individuals have it "easier" than gay people—the reason being that it's easier to hide your sexuality as a bisexual person. Which is mostly true, a gay person may enter a heterosexual relationship in order to hide their true sexual preferences, thus entirely denying who they are—whilst a bisexual would be able to quite happily live in a relationship with someone of the opposite sex. I agreed with this until someone said to me, "But what if you're a bisexual who's in love with someone of the same gender. You'd still be unhappy with your heterosexual relationship, even if you are still attracted to members of the opposite sex." Again, this is true. A gay person would be unhappy hiding who they really are, but being bisexual doesn't automatically mean you're not unhappy about hiding your feelings.
The last time I was with my friend Debbie we never laughed quite as much as we used to. We had a good time together as always, but not crazy giggling that usually characterised our get togethers. We'd decided to go to the Euro pride Mardi Gras in Manchester together. I'd only made up my mind I was going the day before, and I'm so glad I went now.
So the New York Times recently published an article written by Nick Haramis entitled “Welcome to the Age of the Twink” which is a horrifying title. It sounds like the opening line to a conservative’s nightmare about a gay Hunger Games. Like, first they wanted to get married, now they want blood. It’s not just their nightmare either; it’s mine too.
In honor of Pride Month, I’ve decided to share my coming out story. It’s not the most coherent story but I did my best to make sure it makes sense and resonates with other people who may have changed labels one (or five, or ten, or more) times.
Downtown is rough, the smell, the people, the trash. As I continue walking, I bump into this man; five foot-nine well built, handsome. He has brown hair and matching eyes and a Tom Ford suit on with a silver Rolex on his right arm.
I know you've heard all these a million times. There's no time or patience to explain to everyone why these questions and comments are inappropriate, so you might as well have some fun with it and start thinking of some clever responses... After all, you ARE going to hear these again.
Here’s something that I need people to understand because it’s been bothering me ever since I saw a post somewhere a few days ago. The post basically was someone saying ‘When I’m on T, promote me to this!’ and joined with said caption was a t-shirt that bore the word DADDY on it.
At this point in our relationship, we weren't even together for six months yet and life events were taking its toll on both me and my fiancé. She was dealing with all of the stress from her family drama and I was stressing because I was hearing all of what was going on and there was absolutely nothing that I could do to help. From Thanksgiving, up until now everything was going wrong for us. Not with our relationship but with all of the outside factors. Things just could not go right for us... and it hasn't changed since.
It's not uncommon for people, at some point, to question their sexual and romantic identities.