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 Will McKee

I remember being jealous of my sisters because they could do back flips and fancy dives. I was doing good to jump off the board and swim to the edge of the pool. So I devised a st...

by Jeremy Cauffman

I grew up in Fish Lake, Indiana. Where the population never quite reached 800. What was once a summer destination for Chicagoans to flee from the sweltering heat during the 60’s...

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 ...

by Jim Hlavac

I was extraordinarily lucky in life when it comes to this gay thing. That’s because I’m not sure I was ever “in” so I’m not sure I ever had to “come out.” And yet, e...

by Dan Doughty

During the summers of my early teen years while my brother Josh and I were romping about our suburban neighborhood committing various acts of arson, minor cases of animal cruelty,...

by Alex Barros

I was born in a small town in Cuba called Matanzas to a mother and father whose identity is unknown to me. Sometime between the time I was two weeks to two months old I was acquir...

by Ann Helfrich

My name is Ann Helfrich and I’m from Pleasantville, New Jersey. Swear to God. Pleasantville. Okay, so, there’s this whole thing about, when did you know you were gay? Right? A...

by Tim Stapleton

“May I go outside in the yard?” I asked, interrupting the conversation. “Sure,” said the man. “Make yourself at home.” It’s been nearly forty years, I thought. Is th...