by Amanda

My name’s Amanda and I’m from Cazenovia, New York, small little town outside Syracuse, New York. When I first came to SAGE, which (is) an organization for elder LGBT. When I d...

by Roberta Zenker

On Saturday I was read yet again, this time by a car load of teenagers who hooted and jeered at me as they drove past. I began to think that if I could not make it in the world as...

by Terry Bigler

I’m from Ephrata. I’ve lived there for the past 33 years. I moved there to be with my first true love. My partner and I lived in the same house for 27 years and then I lost hi...

by Jason H.

I grew up in a small, conservative Mississippi town, but it wasn’t until years after leaving that I realized I was gay. So, this is not a dramatic coming out story; I have no an...

by Steven Norris

When I was younger I lived between houses–one week at Mom’s, one week at Dad’s. Both my parents were remarried. My step-mom was very uptight and treated the kids that weren�...

by Erv

I was always confused about my sexuality. Sometimes I felt straight. Sometimes I felt gay. It would fluctuate like the seasons. I went to school, and got a great job. But I felt c...

by Jessica Marvin

My name is Jessica and I don’t exist. I am a ghost and an enigma. I’m the shadow that stalks my parents and the thorn in the side of my family. I am a transgender and I am hap...

by B.N.

In sixth grade my attraction towards girls began to shift towards guys. In high school the thoughts and feelings only got worse. They became frequent and intense. I kept myself as...

by Sam Paxton

Not a lot of people go to the grocery store on weekday nights. A few people duck in after work, grab some bread or a gallon of milk, and zip out of there as fast as possible. Toni...