April 19 – April 25
I’m From Deep River, Ontario, Canada. “I’m… I’m transsexual…” I said. Despite the first stutter, it was amazing how easily it rolled off the tongue. As expected, she just stared back at me.
I’m From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She was gay, and she knew it. Wow. Being gay was a real thing. Anybody could be gay, I could be gay. Yup, I could be….and the next day I just was.
I’m From Phoenix, AZ. Now I almost always feel safe because I know there are many more PFLAGer types out there than those who would do me harm. Now PFLAGers don’t seem weird at all.
I’m From Viareggio, Tuscany, Italy. What I loved most of the “bus-date” is that it was so unexpected. It made me understand that in life you’ll never know when you’ll be so close to getting a great chance at love, or something else.
I’m From Tazewell, TN. It was around 18 that I finally managed to voice the word “gay” and attach it to myself. After all, that was what I was…wasn’t it?
I’m From Annandale, VA. We got to the point where our faces were inches apart and I asked him to open his eyes really wide and we could look to see what was inside each others’ eyes. After we got really close, he kissed me on the cheek.
I’m From Milan, Italy. Milan is the most gay-friendly city in Italy, but this doesn’t mean everything is good.
I’m From Fairless Hills, PA. One day when I was about 10 or 11 years old, I was wearing this sweet baby blue T-shirt with a herd of unicorns running across the chest leaving a rainbow in their wake. On the back were fuzzy white iron-on letters spelling “I LOVE UNICORNS.”
I’m From Lombard, IL. Jason was a bisexual from Houston, TX and he came to Chicago hoping to be accepted. He found me. This is when I found out I wasn’t a lesbian.
I’m From Oneonta, NY. I had never been intimate like this with a man before. I had hooked up with guys in the past but attributed it to my curiosity and nothing more. But by the end of one night with him I was lying on his chest listening to his heart beat.
I’m From Washington, D.C. That was the day I emailed my folks, to say that he had left me, and I was in a bad way, but could not talk about it yet. My tough-as-nails, republican, catholic dad called me about 30 seconds later to listen to me cry about it.
I’m From Damascus, GA. And here I was now, awake, feeling his body pressed against mine, my leg pinned under the weight of his leg, his arm thrown over me, heavy and protective. Paranoia overtook me completely.
I’m From Jacksonville, FL. And that, once a year, it’s a real treat to be reminded I live in a city that, for all its problems, addictions, and assaults, cares that its trash knows it has a space here.
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