by Brent Scott

The year was 2010 and I was 33 when I returned home to Lumber City, a small, rural, farming town in southeast Georgia. I hadn’t been home in almost a year because to me, Lumber ...

by Garry S.

I remember when I first came out. It was the only time. I was home visiting family for one holiday or another and I sat my mom down for the big “I’m gay” talk.  “I have t...

by Aaron Sanford

I always knew that I was different. I grew up with a love for the arts, and not sports like my older brothers loved. One day I was walking down the hallway in junior high and was ...

by Jake T.

I entered college without having officially come out of the closet. So on the first day I met my new set of classmates in college, I told them, “I’m Jake. I love to read, and ...

by Michael D.

I remember coming out the “first” time at the age of 14 to my single mother. I left a note on her pillow just a few days after my 14th birthday. She wasn’t very accepting. I...

by Allison B

I collect words. Always your words. I still don’t know how I feel about you, but I collect every little thing I can. It’s as if I’m afraid that the second I stop, you’ll f...

by Brett Cox

I grew up in a farm family with ties to at least three churches that my family members founded. As I was growing up I realized that I was different from other boys and that I was ...

by Joseph U.

As a personally life-changing event, there was this guy I literally fell in love with at first sight. Of course, I was just too cowardly to admit it. Despite his having a girlfrie...

by Brenton Parry

This weekend I visited my home town of Wollongong, an hour or so south of Sydney where my parents still live, to go to my 20 year high school reunion. In the ten years since the l...