Humanity
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
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
A Bulldog in a Rainbow Cape. Runner-Up in Pride Under Pressure Challenge.
The morning I walked out of the house in that white denim jacket and tight black jeans, I felt like the most flamboyant gay man ever. I was ready to dip on stage and take it right up the ass (figuratively, of course). On the way home though, the aggressively protective masc dyke came out to play and I was ready to punch out a light if needed.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Pride
My Personhood is Not Political. Runner-Up in Pride Under Pressure Challenge.
I came out of the closet as nonbinary for the first time to my best friend, then to my parents. Shortly after, I came out again, to my sister. Then to my other siblings. And I’m still coming out, on a regular basis, to this day.
By Raistlin Allenabout a year ago in Pride
Where OUT Still Means Outcast
She lifted her top without ceremony, without shame. I hadn’t asked her to. I’d only asked why she left the refugee camp—where, despite the heat and dust and overcrowding, she could access food, water, and basic medical care. I thought it was a fair question. I thought, perhaps, she would say she was lonely. That she wanted more freedom. I thought I was being kind.
By Edward Romainabout a year ago in Pride
Thoughts on Jonathan Joss's June 1, 2025 Murder
Jonathan Joss's recent murder has been a topic of deep emotional discussion in my household this week. Joss, age 59, best known for his role as John Redcorn in King of the Hill, was an American actor of Native American descent who was murdered by a neighbor on June 1, 2025. Reports say the killing was prompted by homophobic slurs when Jonathan and his husband, Tristan Kern de Gonzales, returned to their recently burned-down home to collect mail.
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Pride
My Name Is Still Elias: A Story of Identity, Belonging, and the Courage to Remember. AI-Generated.
I was seventeen when I moved to America. A suitcase full of prayers from my mother, a blue komboloi from my grandfather, and my name — Ηλίας — which no one could pronounce.
By Constandinos Olymbiosabout a year ago in Pride
"Frotophobia" and (Internalized) Homophobia
The Jewish-American Bill Weintraub began the "Frot Movement" as an attempt to popularize frottage (genital-genital sex or genital rubbing between men) and help frottage compete (in the "free market" of sexualities) against the much more dangerous and injurious act of anal.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout a year ago in Pride
Miles in Between
Theo used to think that love would find him by now. In his twenties, he’d watched his friends meet, date, and marry like clockwork. It was as if everyone else was given a map, and he was handed a compass with no North. Now in his mid-thirties, he was tired of pretending that dating apps were exciting. The endless bios, the swipe culture, the way it all made intimacy feel like a transaction — it exhausted him.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Pride
The Quiet in Room 17
I always knew something was different about me. Not the “gifted child” kind of different, or even the “she’s so quirky” type. This difference didn’t come with praise or pats on the back. It came with whispers, narrowed eyes, and the lingering silence after I entered a room.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Pride
