by Lauren

In Lauren’s Junior year of high school, there was a “No Place For Hate” month. The month was followed by a panel with students talking about different forms of hate, like ra...

by Rachel M.

I wasn’t even the one who brought it up. My mother asked me on a trip to Denver if I was questioning my sexuality, and a sense of relief flowed through me. For the past few mont...

I was 4 years old when I realized I liked girls. I remember at that age asking my mom if I was a boy or a girl. She said “Why?! Do you feel like a boy?!” I knew at that very m...

by Kevin R.

I went to a Catholic high school. For four, very long years I was the only open homosexual. I suffered more than I’ll ever let on. One night I was cornered and beaten by several...

by Patrik Eickhoff

A shivering February morning, not a cloud on the azure ceiling above me. It was one of those bright freezing days when the tiny patches of snow are almost gone but the sun is too ...

by Anthony P.

I kid you not when I say that my love and I met underneath a giant Christmas tree. It was a chilly December evening, and the crowd in the Christmas fair had started to thin even t...

by Barry Warner

Today’s Video Story was collected on the 50-state Story Tour. Check out the blog where you can read about the adventure we had and some of the stories we collected. If you hav...

I’m seventeen years old. I’ll be eighteen in a few days, and nobody but my closest friends know that I’m a lesbian. It’s the National Day of Silence, an event I’ve been ...

She was my best friend. Named after a Grateful Dead song, she had the life I was a little jealous of – her parents were open minded, her family encouraged artistic exploration, ...