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From Couch Surfing To Owning Her Own Couch: How A Gay Woman Found Independence After Coming Out.
My name is Victoria and I’m from Brooklyn, New York. When I was still living with my parents in Coney Island about two and a half years ago, I was going to college. And I had me...
Gay Woman Learns To Love Her Body. “I Gave Myself Permission To Redefine My Life And Who I Am.”
My name is Raven. I’m from Brooklyn, New York. My freshman year of high school, I went to a school that was pretty gay. So when I moved to North Carolina my second year, my soph...
Queer Woman Shares Coming Out Story In Front Of Hundreds Of People – Including Her Mother.
My name is Día Bùi. I am a queer Vietnamese Buddhist and I live in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, New York. On my twenty-sixth birthday, which I share with my father, my family went out to...
How A Gay Man’s School Project Helped Mend Relationship With Parents. “They Respected Me. That’s All I Cared About.”
My name is Angel Olvera and I’m from Los Angeles, California. I’m from a very conservative desert part of Los Angeles, about an hour north of downtown. So I grew up in the des...
“Maybe I Am A Tatted-Up, Crazy Witch Lesbian Slut And Maybe I Just Need To Go Be That Person.”
My name is Autumn and I’m from Brooklyn, New York. I grew up in a small cabin, Swiss Family Robinson-style treehouse type situation that my dad built in the middle of a state fo...
Finding Love While Living Through The AIDS Epidemic.
Coming Out To Parents in the 1970s Wasn’t Easy But “Time Heals All.” Every every gay man knows at some point in their childhood, certainly by puberty, that – what their a1970s: Embracing Interracial Gay Love. “This Is Just A Great Big Family. Let’s Drop All The Prejudice.” Jacob and I moved to Philadelphia in 1972 because I was starting th1978: Celebrating Thanksgiving With Family Of Choice. “They Wanted To Welcome Me To Their World.” Well, I came out in 1970 in New Haven in the year after Stonewall. And the wReceiving A False-Positive HIV Test In The Mid-1980s: “I Thought This Could Be It.” Eric and I got to San Francisco in 1978. It wasn’t a good place to bring a boyfriend bec1988: “God, If You’re There, Please…I Need To Fall In Love With Someone Who’s Not Going To Die.” Well, it was April, 1988. I was living in San Francisco. There I was, a1990s: Following Societal Progress Gay Man Has To Learn “How To Be A Spouse Of A Gay Executive.” We were living in San Francisco. It was in 1993 that we had to move to Boston2000s: A Civil Union In Vermont And A Marriage In Massachusetts. “We Celebrate The Day We Met.” Well, Torrence and I moved to Boston in 1993. We were part of that South End g...
Falling In Love, Breaking Up, And Reuniting: “Every Day Was The Best, Best, Best, Best Day Ever.”
1950s: Experience During Naptime: “It Was An Inkling Of A Difference.” So being a native New Yorker, I started my early childhood education on the Lower East Side. I was fourLate 1950s: Neighborhood Crush: “She Was The Sexiest Thing I Had Ever Seen.” Okay, so in the late fifties, we – the big migration – so we moved from the Lower East Side t1960s: First Kiss With Another Girl Was “The Kiss Of Life.” So I’m 17. I’m living in Spanish Harlem and I’m venturing out to Harlem at this point. So Diane becomes one “I Learned How A Broken Heart Actually Feels.” So now I’m 17. I’m a senior in high school. I start to venture out. So I’ve become friends with Diane. Her house was a coFalling In Love, Breaking Up, And Reuniting: “Every Day Was The Best, Best, Best, Best Day Ever.” From my twenties into my thirties, I’m dealing with men and I’m living mOn Being Called An “Elder”: “I’m A Human Being. I’m Sheila. End Of Story.” I’m 67. And if I have to be put in put in a box, I embrace the term queer. But, I don’t...
How A Lesbian’s Religious Mother Went From Disowning Her To Fully Embracing Her.
My name is a Estefanie Lliguichuzca. I’m from Astoria, Queens. It’s Christmas break 2008. I’m coming home back from college and I invite a friend who I had a lot of feelings...
From Open Relationship To Polyamorous Marriage: “Sometimes You Think You Know What You Want. And Then You Get Something Else.”
My name is June. I’m from Houston, Texas. At the beginning of 2018, I was in a relationship. It was a longer term relationship than I had ever been in. And he and I learned a lo...
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