by Terry K.

I already knew I was gay but hadn’t accepted it. I had crushes on friends and knew what attracted my attention at school, on the beach, on the street, at my tennis club, etc. I ...

by Chuck Zito

“I’d like to audition, please.” It was his voice that did it; the sound of it, setting a pattern for a lifetime’s infatuation with pitch and timber. It was deep and resona...

by Robert C.

Even at the ripe age of 65, my coming out saga continues. I only came out 10 years ago but I nevertheless felt this deep urge to attend my high school reunion so that I could do w...

by Tom

I was born in the 1950’s when Fishkill was a very quiet village of no more than a few hundred people. It was a beautiful place to grow up and I often wandered into the woods aro...

by Seth Klonsky

The September night was cold, but I was determined. For days I sat outside the store, waiting for him to walk out. He always did, just like clock work. And by this point, I had hi...

by Jesus Reyes

I was raised in a strict Catholic home. My mother is an ex-Catholic nun. Growing up I knew I was different. I was raised with Bibles, rosaries, religious statues, the works. Growi...

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 James Bell

FEATURED ARTIST – Joe Sinness STORY by James Bell I grew up in Akron, Ohio, a working class town, home to three of the four major rubber companies. The smokestacks belched sul...

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...