Empowerment

i kept all my old clothes in a garbage bag for three years
the black hefty bag sat in the corner of my closet for three years two months and sixteen days but who's counting right?
By A.Oabout a year ago in Pride
the weight of a wedding dress i'll never wear
my mother kept the magazine clippings in a shoebox under her bed princess sleeves and cathedral trains flowing like water down chapel aisles
By A.Oabout a year ago in Pride
the first time someone called me by my chosen name
i practiced it in the mirror for months rolling the syllables around my tongue like a prayer i was afraid to say out loud
By A.Oabout a year ago in Pride
The Ancient Greeks Were Bisexual and Into Frottage!!. Honorable Mention in Pride Under Pressure Challenge.
By the late twentieth century, the American landscape of homosexual discourse had become a tableau of contradictions: paraded freedoms on one side, dogmatic restrictions on the other, both shackled by a curious prudery when it came to rethinking the sex act itself. Enter Bill Weintraub--a man possessed not by a sex drive but a corrective instinct. A Jewish-American classicist and activist, Weintraub sought to rehabilitate an ancient practice into modern gay consciousness--frottage, the art (and joy) of genital-to-genital contact between men.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout a year ago in Pride
Deliver Me From Them: Jesus, I Need Help!. Top Story - June 2025.
"Well of course, Daddy, I’m all settled in just fine," I say into the Trimline telephone, counting the eon-long seconds like I’m sitting through one of his drawn-out July sermons, bless him. "No, everything’s been alright, thank the Lord. The staff are... helpful. Nothin’ over the top, just a sweet spirit all around. No need to worry."
By Dalma Ubitzabout a year ago in Pride
Twister Wives
Have you ever been in love with more than one person at once? It's a problem, and probably a curse. But what if those people were also in love with each other? That would be a blessing.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Pride
The Prayer Closet
The church was silent. Not in a comforting way, but in the way old buildings get quiet when no one's watching. When even the saints in stained glass look tired of listening.
By Robert Lacyabout a year ago in Pride
Camp Wannabe
Sarah's listless eyes saw the flyer dangling from a single thumbtack on the cork board in her college dorm. Although it was partially curled from the effects of humidity, she could see the bold-lettered word 'amp' which drew her attention. She rolled it out to a flat position and took an unused tack to pin the right side up, making it visible. She could now see the word was 'Camp'. A talent camp. She always wanted to showcase her talents but felt silly about it...
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Pride
The Perfect Day... Again
THE PERFECT DAY (a poem) She waits crowned in bridal illusion under glowing cobalt fruit, twigs ribboned together beneath cotton-colored clouds.
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Pride
Reigning in the Rain
Their love surged both on and off the battlefield, where hundreds of villagers raised their weapons against the soldiers of King Einar of KhaRel. They were merely a distraction, and while they valiantly fought on, one Leopold Dulon snuck through the back alleys of the village bearing a string-and-button fastened cloak in an unassuming gray color. Mercenaries hired by Einer to find him were posted throughout the street corners with orders to haul him back kicking and screaming if they must.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Pride
Infinately . Content Warning.
Tate watched as her friends, Sam and Cat, in the seats next to her, in the dark close the distance between their hands, it was profound. And something was awakening inside of Tate, changing her.
By Lore S. Crown about a year ago in Pride
Proudly Living Within The Intersection. Runner-Up in Pride Under Pressure Challenge. Top Story - June 2025.
Each day, upon awakening, each one of our individual identities takes center stage. We open our eyes and allow ourselves to be who we authentically are; who we are inherently, at our core. If we're fortunate, the world around us recognizes our identities, and builds systems and institutions that honors these identities in a way that allows us to live fulfilling lives. Our identities are inextricable from who we are, especially how we operate on a daily basis.
By Jose Antonio Sotoabout a year ago in Pride