Humanity
Casual Encounters
Let’s talk about consensual gay sex. I’m not talking about sexual education. I’m talking about how it happened for me and the dangers I’ve learned from it. To explore this, I’ll start from the beginning.
Enrique “Ravynn” ArnoldPublished 2 years ago in PrideThe Truth, On National Coming Out Day.
I have known I was a lesbian since I was about ten, and it scared me to death. Well, I say that, but it was more that I knew I was interested in women, not men, but didn’t know what that really meant since I was about ten. More on why that was in a second.
Jennifer JuanPublished 3 years ago in PrideA Re-introduction
Hello, one and all. As rapper LL Cool J coined the phrase: "don't call it a comeback; I've been here for years." For years, this gay, scary-looking bear was blogging regularly on this platform. His passion and forte was writing about movies and compiling music lists. It was fun, a great time-passer and one would hope, a gateway to a great, lucrative career in fiction and film writing.
Carlos GonzalezPublished 3 years ago in PrideThe Story of Two Moons, a Stranger and a Lazy Afternoon
I took a break from writing, not that I need it, but to celebrate my best friend's birthday. My friend asks very little from me, except time.
Who am I to Call to Arms no more
Who am I? Am I the one who wears his heart on his sleeve or the one who connects with people too easily. Am I too damaged to be loved or a hopeless romantic that love so deeply that people are afraid to go so far? Am I really funny or do I laugh at my insecurities and uncomfortable situations? Am I really so negative or do I have a hard time showing my true colors due to the numbness I feel from the shame and rejection that’s been built on me. Am I really a demisexual or do I find it difficult to be truly intimate and connect with potential future partners.
An August Memory
The air was warm and wet. Lindsay felt like she could dissolve into it, baking and melting in the sun. When she first laid down in the grass it provided some cooling comfort, but as the heat from her body bled into the earth, the ground became just as warm as the air above it. A bead of sweat formed along her hairline and plummeted down her temple, getting caught in the folds of her ear. She pressed her palm to the ear, trying to disperse the droplet and ease the instant irritation it brought her.
Natalie McCPublished 3 years ago in PrideThe Curious Case Of Queer Parenting In India
The Internet defines a parent as someone that begets or brings forth offspring. From birth parents, to foster parents, to single parents to gay parents interestingly for raising kids - they are all in the same boat. As a child's caregiver, all parents have the same problems, same experiences and same love to share. 27 emoticons come in the phone’s keyboard when you type the word “a mother or a father or a parent”. Our virtual graphical world includes no bars in parenting. But the situation is not so sweet in the real world. LGBT parenting refers to lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) people bringing up one or more children as parents or foster care parents. This includes children raised by same-sex couples (same-sex parenting), children raised by single LGBT parents, and children raised by an opposite-sex couple where at least one partner is LGBT. Though LGBT people can become parents through adoption, foster care, donor insemination, reciprocal IVF, and surrogacy. But unfortunately, even today LGBT parents struggle to get equal respect in society. Where 48% of LGBT women are raising a child in the United States, the inclusiveness in states of India looks like a long-lost road.
Aditi KhandelwalPublished 3 years ago in PrideThe Thin Ice
They were all silent and uneasy, Alex noted, not just him. The coarse wind blew across Schuler’s Pond, wafting the light dust of white across the icy surface. The cattails and reeds poked through the ice and stood tall, even in this time of year when the frozen surface was at its most solid. Normally the air would be filled with the clapping of sticks on the ice and the sharp cutting of skates scraping across the hard, cold surface, along with the boisterous cacophony of jests thrown about among the boys.
Michael FrancePublished 3 years ago in PrideWHO BEARS THE YOKE?
As he fled from [her] kitchen into [his] study, the door had banged shut behind him (like a rifle sounding a final, fatal warning shot). Escape then was the wiser choice (it was the only choice). Nearly two hours had passed since his return from Drax Doughan & Associates (DD&A) headquarters (which had deep roots in the commercial banking legacies of its two industrial age forebears, who had earned hundreds of thousands then in the San Francisco, California gold rush, but had formed in the latter half of 70s to largely sponsor penny stock and underwrite junk bonds). Although it had earned a hefty sum from the more clandestine negotiations, with forays into insider trading, dark pool investing, and high frequency trading, behind closed war/board rooms, DD&A had ascended to its present, notoriety, the envious upset that had disrupted the industry of investment banking, staking its claims to such heights on the often overlooked high yield, low investment grade bonds. He had curried the favor of a second-generation senior partner, with whom he had developed an easier, almost unprofessional, rapport. Even in either of their offices with a closed, locked door on an empty office floor in the evening hours, he would often lean into their discussions, as if he would then share some salacious gossip and/or more intimate exploit (always with a hint of sordid at least in the undertones) when discussing his growing book of business, which Sr. Partner had intended to transfer at his having achieved a few milestones.
James RoyerPublished 3 years ago in PrideHe stood up for us
Someone wrote a story about the face of courage. The girl who withdrew from the Olympics because of mental health issues. I have a person that I respected and admired. He accepted his diagnosis with grace, and it's ugly truth with dignity and respect. In December 1984, a young boy from Kokomo, Indiana. He was a boy of just thirteen and he got sick, with a bad bloody nose. His mother took no chances as Ryan was a hemophiliac and rushed her boy to the hospital. They ran some test and it came back that Ryan had contracted AIDS from a blood transfusion. The Ryan White HIV/AIDS Program was named for a courageous young man named Ryan White who was diagnosed with AIDS following a blood transfusion in December 1984. Ryan White was diagnosed at age 13 while living in Kokomo, Indiana and was given six months to live. When Ryan White tried to return to school, he fought AIDS-related discrimination in his Indiana community. Along with his mother Jeanne White Ginder, Ryan White rallied for his right to attend school - gaining national attention - and became the face of public education about his disease. Surprising his doctors, Ryan White lived five years longer than predicted. He died in April 1990, one month before his high school graduation and only months before Congress passed the legislation bearing his name in August 1990 - the Ryan White Comprehensive AIDS Resources Emergency (CARE) Act.
Lawrence Edward HincheePublished 3 years ago in PrideGoing to urinals - ain't that great?
In the Royal Navy, I was once “reliably told”, there are two types of men: “Men who piss down sinks and liars!” While I have never been in the Royal Navy, I believe I belong in the first group. Hence the reason for exploring why do men “piss down sinks” and why the urinal's design needs updating.
Malcolm SinclairPublished 3 years ago in PrideWoman's Right
Without progress, we will think back on our lives in despair since we have no impact on the world. You don't need to be a worldwide achievement in your life to impact others. Seeking after a higher design is the thing that makes all the difference for us and developing.
Sita DahalPublished 3 years ago in Pride