by Kate W.

I came out once before I came out. My first coming out was in a beautiful white dress. I was paraded across a stage hanging on the right arm of a man in a tuxedo. A perfect symbol...

by Kate W.

When I started dating C, my junior year of college, I came out to my mother to tears and screaming. It took three years before Mom would allow my partner to come to Christmas. She...

by Kate W.

FEATURED ARTIST – Brian Ness STORY by Kate W. I find my femininity sometimes, lurking, like the sticky film left when melted ice cream is too-quickly mopped up with an unclean s...

by Kate W.

Perhaps I should have known when I first identified with my community – in seventh grade. My lesbian french teacher became pregnant with her first child. As a child of San Franc...