by Robert Dominguez

Club Stars was the last of the 3.2 alcohol gay teen bars in 1990, located just west of lower downtown Denver in the railroad yard just off the old 20th Street viaduct. My friend K...

by Douglas Calhoun

My mother moved around a lot. She had little need for companionship beyond her two brothers Steve and Wayne. Wanda Jewell was an adamant girl with dark hair and a penchant for pla...

by Rae M.

I remember liking a girl in elementary school. It’s strange to think that even then, something in me knew. I remember the first girl I really had a crush on. It was sixth grade,...

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 Colin McKenzie

I realized that he was crying. Not overtly but softly, quietly. I wanted to put my arm around him but decided not to. We’d chosen to see “Remember Me” because I’d seen mos...

by Perriwinkle Pussycat

NOTE: True stories by gay people from all over, indeed. Emphasis on the “from all over.” This story comes from the imaginative, creative mind of regular IFD art contributor, ...

by Josh

My name is Josh; I was born and raised in the Twin Cities. Right now I am 21 years old and am going to school for law enforcement. As many other gay men do, I like to think that m...

by Peter Yacobellis

In December of 1998 I was discharged from the United States Air Force at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas; under the military’s “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” poli...

n case you couldn’t tell from the temporary banner — illustrated by none other than IFD regular Brian Ness — this week marks the one-year anniversary of I’m From Driftwoo...