by Andrew

It was a combination of moments, really, that got me writing right now. Moments, layered one on top of the other, that brought to mind the line from Virginia Woolf, “Life is not...

by Kristine B.

So here’s one from your straight ally, a married mother of two in Southern California. It was two days before the Obama/Prop 8 election in Nov 2008. I had reminded my kids (11 a...

by Antonio S.

“Bonjour, ça va?” These were the first words I had learned in any language other than Spanish or English at that point in my life. It was September of 1999 and I remember bei...

by J.T.

I walked the two blocks to my destination, but it wasn’t there. I frantically checked my phone to make sure I recorded the address correctly. I was on the right block, but the a...

by Steven Norris

When I was younger I lived between houses–one week at Mom’s, one week at Dad’s. Both my parents were remarried. My step-mom was very uptight and treated the kids that weren�...

by Lisa M.

My first kiss did not happen at fourteen outside a closed library on a dry and dreamy November afternoon. If I’ve ever told you that, it was a dreadful lie. It happened, rather,...

by Joseph Sheridan

I was lucky. I grew up 10 minutes north of San Francisco, and went to school at the ultra-liberal (and pretty awesome) UC Santa Cruz. While I went through the internal struggles o...

by Nicole Parker

I was that girl. I still am. One of the few kids excited to return to classes because it meant that I got to go back-to-school shopping. Oh, the decisions it involved! Pick warmer...

by Kate W.

I came out once before I came out. My first coming out was in a beautiful white dress. I was paraded across a stage hanging on the right arm of a man in a tuxedo. A perfect symbol...