by Sam Paxton

Not a lot of people go to the grocery store on weekday nights. A few people duck in after work, grab some bread or a gallon of milk, and zip out of there as fast as possible. Toni...

I grew up in the northeast suburbs of Indianapolis when it wasn’t the large city it is now. At that time, I lived in a neighborhood in the middle of cornfields. Sports were impo...

by Jim

Cloquet, Minnesota, was (and still is as far as I know) a rough redneck mill town with cliques and gangs and many problems. I was the gay, geeky, nearly blind kid that was the eas...

by Javon Morris-Byam

Even as a little boy, I knew I was different. I walked around my house in my mother’s heels at age 6. I had my first crush on a boy at age 7. Then when I was 8, I changed school...

by Drew Tarr

To most junior high school kids, the sound of the last bell represented freedom. In my gallop home, I had five blocks to run, and four boys to outrun, in the heaviest of winter ap...

by J. Priola

My story starts with one really lonely day at school when one of my classmates called me worthless. I sat there and saw all my friends watching as he put my self-esteem to -23. I ...

by Justin Adkins

As a little girl I didn’t know about anything queer. It seemed like my parents made sure that I was sheltered from all Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender (LGBT) people. It c...