I’m From Driftwood

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He Went to a Rally… and Met His Future Husband

by Larry Picard

He Went to a Rally… and Met His Future Husband

 My name is Larry Picard. I’m from Holyoke, Massachusetts.  So I met my first, well, my only girlfriend when I was 19 years old, and I was a singing waiter and she was a s...

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School District Tried to Erase LGBTQIA+ Families–And Failed

by Peggy Gillespie

School District Tried to Erase LGBTQIA+ Families–And Failed

 So I’m Peggy Gillespie and I’m living in North Hampton, Massachusetts.  Back in 1993, I was a mom of a three-year-old multiracial child. In preschool, my kid was gr...

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Trans Man Thought He Had It All—Until He Found His True Self

by Criss Christoff Smith

Trans Man Thought He Had It All—Until He Found His True Self

 I am Criss Christoff Smith. I grew up on a farm in Jamaica.  When I was about six years old, I was on my grandmother’s farm playing with my older brother. My grandmother ...

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