lgbtq
The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
Transgender Problems in Healthcare
While not all cultures view agender incongruence as abnormal, it is generally considered atypical in Western cultures, particularly in America. Third gender is widely accepted around the world, yet America has been slow in providing tolerance, much less acceptance towards those that fall outside male/female classifications, or those that wish to change from one sex to another.
By Brie Haynes5 years ago in Humans
More Than an Animal
I came out as being bisexual the summer before my senior year of high school. My family and friends accepted it without any resistance, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. They didn’t treat me any differently, and most told me they already knew. My aunt thought it was a phase, but accepted it was part of who I am; even my 13-year-old sister didn’t think anything of it. Despite a strong support group, eventually a realization emerged: because I am bisexual, people are prone to stereotyping me as promiscuous and unable to maintain fidelity in a relationship.
By Brie Haynes5 years ago in Humans
My Best Friend
My Best Friend Amy and I have been best friends since we were 3 years old. We did everything together. We shared the same birthday, we shared secrets, and so much more. High school year put our friendship to the test. We fought over the stupidest things like boys, he said she said stuff, and who out dressed the other. But we still manage to keep our friendship alive. Our senior year of high school came and Amy started acting differently. She was more distant and very quiet and that’s never been her. We used to talk on the phone every day but now it’s every two or three days. Until one day she came over my house like something was wrong. She asked could she tell me a secret and of course I told her she could. She starts to cry and tells me that she thinks she’s gay. Shocked at what she said I told her that if she is I will always be her best friend. She told me that's why she’s been distant because she didn’t want me to be uncomfortable and she didn’t want to lose me as a friend. We have been friends since 3. I will never turn my back on her no matter what she does. 3 weeks go by and I haven’t heard from Amy or even seen her. I called her mom and heard her voice saying something was wrong. “Mrs. Grace what's wrong?” She started crying and told me that Amy is no longer with us. Tears coming down my face I just asked what happened. She couldn’t get the words out but told me to come by their house. I ran to Amy’s house which was 3 blocks from mine. Mrs. Grace hugged me and handed me a piece of paper with my name on it. “ Dear Jennifer, I hate that it had to end this way. But out of everybody you were the only one who never judged me and you still loved me after I came out. I couldn’t take this pain anymore. My parents wouldn’t accept me coming out. I wanted to tell you that I love you and I will miss you. Never let anyone change who you are. Wish I could follow my own advice. You will always be my best friend forever. Love Amy” I looked at her mom and yelled at her. “Because of you she’s dead.” I ran home and cried to my mom. Amy’s funeral was a wonderful service but life will never be the same without her. As I look at her one last time as they lower her coffin into the ground. I couldn’t do anything but remember all the good times we had. A tear comes down my face and I hear a whisper I love you and it sounded like Amy. All I could say was I love you too. I started an awareness group about supporting your children when they come out. Wishing Amy got the support she deserved. I was surprised that her mother came and showed her support. She even gave a speech on how she lost Amy for not showing her support. Ever since that day a lot more students at school came out and were happy. Graduation day Amy was honored, I even carried her cap with her name on so I could walk with my best friend one last time. Moral of this story is love your friends and family no matter who they are no matter what life they choose to live cause you never know when it will be the last time you see or hear them again.
By Lexus baskin5 years ago in Humans
Tattoo Glue & Life Adhesive
I grew up in a house where self-expression was mocked. I grew up hating myself and carrying that trauma through life. I knew from a young age I was different. I was gay, obviously. The signs were there; my obsession with Britney Spears and my love for ‘Charmed’, as well as my hate for contact sports. It was clear from a young age I was a certified homosexual.
By Joe Satoria5 years ago in Humans
WITCH
THREE Amorie When we were kids, Betra seemed to linger around me. I’d notice how she’d sit near me when the neighborhood girls would sit in the fields and tease the neighborhood boys. Well, the other girls would tease the boys. I was often preoccupied, making flower head crowns out of the abundantly growing dandelions. While I would occupy myself with this, I’d feel Betra’s eyes watching me. She’d blush when I’d give her the flower crown once I finished it. Sometimes we’d playfully get one another’s attention by throwing the heads of the dandelions at one another’s hair, giggling when we’d get one to stick. We didn’t talk much, though. We didn’t have to. I felt like I understood her through our silence.
By Brittney Keating5 years ago in Humans
Self Discovery
Let’s call this therapy? Mental relaxation? A vent? Legally, I must put down that I am female. It has not been until recently where I find that I am struggling coming to terms with this. Yes, physically, I am female; however, emotionally and mentally, I don’t feel this way. Those within my social circle have often said something similar along those lines. While physically unable to really vocalize it, I guess this is my “coming out story.”
By In_Sketched5 years ago in Humans
WITCH
ONE Amorie I had a feeling Betra was going to kiss me by the way she’d been getting closer to me in the woods lately. When we would peer at pretty flowers growing off the sides of trees, she’d move her face so close to mine. I could feel her breath on my lips. She won’t look at me when we are huddled closely together, though. Not even when a butterfly landed on my nose. She leaned in close to get a glimpse before it fluttered away but quickly jerked back before looking at my eyes. She makes my skin tingle.
By Brittney Keating5 years ago in Humans
Coming out After Being Married
When I was 11 years old I used to get butterflies around this one girl at school. I never knew why, I just knew she made me feel different. That summer her and I decided to experiment with a little making out sesh in the tent at my house. That was the last her and I ever sooke of it! We never acted different around one another and we were perfect friends there after. It just wasn't something we spoke about.
By Ashley Mattei5 years ago in Humans
