by Craig Osterberg

I was 15 years old when I came out to my parents in 1976. Actually, my 15-year-old boyfriend “confessed” to his parents about us, and I was outed in that way. My dad was a ret...

by Sassafras Lowrey

I was raised to never get away. Manipulation and abuse are what I thought family meant. I grew up in dysfunction. The physical bruises so much easier to heal than the ones that la...

by Billy Clem

Each time I approach Exit 100 on I-44 to drive into my hometown, Marshfield, MO, my heart beats fast enough to move the car without my depressing the gas pedal. Yes, twenty years ...

by Grant J.

My name is Grant and I’m gay. Nowadays, that’s really easy for me to say, but it wasn’t always. Growing up in small town USA is not the ideal location for a gay boy to make ...