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His profile picture drew me in. He was ruggedly good-looking, wearing an old camo hat. He had beautiful blue eyes and a scruffy beard, and His plain t-shirt highlighted his broad shoulders and toned chest. His jeans fit just right and looked dingy as if he had been working outside in a dirt pile. His work boots were well used. You could see the veins on his hairy arms, and it was evident from his picture that he was a blue-collar guy.
J. Delaney-HowePublished 3 years ago in PrideAll Lights Coming At Us from the Sound!
And there is the wedding tonight on the beach, all the guests dressed up and it rains and I’m there to film, given a camera older than myself to hold and thank god it’s a short ceremony because I almost drop it it’s so heavy. Everyone looks up and the bride comes down from the big winding stairs in the reception hall, where the ceremony relocates during the storm. And she walks to where her husband stands, where I stand with my arms shaking under that heavy thing, recording this moment in sharp black and white. The camera drifts to Erin, her standing in the corner, pinned up, her blue dress, her face soft in all the light coming in through the windows—it’s still sunny even though outside it thunders. The bride begins to speak and I focus back on her, and she says I do and she’s kissed, and she and the groom have their first dance and they eat; Erin and I sneak out to the beach when we notice it stops raining. Now it’s dark, two hours of wedding gone by the same way all weddings do. We take off our shoes and run out to the water, the sound lit up with the skyline of the city and all those apartments on the water.
Bobby CrossroadsPublished 3 years ago in PrideMy Pride Story
One Sunday at church, during my Sophomore year in High School, circa 2013. “So. What team do you play for?” “Oh I don’t play sports,” I responded, confused by the seemingly out-of-nowhere question.
Phoenix MoonMothPublished 3 years ago in PrideSunshine under the Rainbow
Being "gay" was grounds for damnation in the community and church that I grew up in as a little boy. The thought of the word would mentally transport you to a deep dark place of fire and brimstone or gloom and doom with a final resting place in the pits of hell. My parents were never vocal on the issue directly as right, wrong or indifferent, however, I can remember the preacher in the pulpit quoting the scriptures of abomination against God and the kids in the neighborhood being outright hateful towards anyone that was “that way”. By the time I was a teenage boy, I fit well in the category of homophobic and there was nothing you could do to change my views or convince me to want to have anything to do with this “those people”.
Michael C BurrowPublished 3 years ago in PrideThe 6 Colors of Love
Color matters. It has long been proved that there’s a link between colors and our emotions. Not everything in life is black and white — especially not love.
Margaret PanPublished 3 years ago in PrideI think about Sex with Women all the Time
I have written about coming out as bisexual a few times, however, one thing I have not talked about is the fact that I think about sex with women all the time, even when my husband is with me. When I discuss this with others, they think it means I'm unhappy in my marraige. I'm writing this today, because I want to be open about that, and I also want to make clear that no, I am not unhappy, and no I am not a cheat either!
Carol TownendPublished 3 years ago in PrideWhy It’s Time For Couples To Get Off Tinder and Leave Bisexual Women Alone
I once wrote a song called Swipe Forever, about what it’s like to date as a bisexual, and it’s been stuck in my head for weeks now, because a) I’m a narcissist who loves their own music b) I’m attempting to date again and once again, I am having the WORST time.
Jennifer JuanPublished 3 years ago in PrideEvery Day
David sees him every day, sitting at the same desk. He takes small steps. He smiles at him when he passes by. One morning David brings him a coffee and watches the flicker of surprise in his eyes and it’s addicting, lovely.
Myrddin OliverPublished 3 years ago in PrideTestaments
The anchor on the television is smiling. She smiles oddly, like she's tried too many times, and now the pink paint on her lips cracks as her mouth stretches too wide.
Myrddin OliverPublished 3 years ago in PrideHow I feel about my first LGBTQ show
When one of my friends from my high school told me of this girl who might be interested in a relationship—maybe interested in me, I was freaking out. I remember when my dad brought me to that gas station to meet up with her and our mutual friend.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago in PrideIn and Out: TWD "Love Edition"
It’s been a while since I posted a new entry. I’ve been contemplating on where and how I wanted to start this thing off. I’m scatterbrained and my ideas don’t always come in order so I may as well just go with the flow. I wanted to talk about the thing I’ve been avoiding for the past year. Love. I used to think of myself as a hopeless romantic but lately I haven’t been in the mood for such blind love. My last relationship ended in disaster and may have been the worst trauma I’ve dealt with aside from the passing of my brother. I don’t even enjoy watching romantic movies anymore, thinking it’s all fake and superficial. Do I want to be alone forever, No! That’s the sad part. We need companionship. It’s a basic human need. And I would love to find my soulmate. Sometimes I wonder if I already met them and missed my chance.
Ashley WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in PrideYoung Love with John and Raphael in the shot
I at the time this was written three other stories with John and Raphael. Note all of them are self-contained and may controdict each other. Some are heavier than others, while some are just light and cute.