Relationships

Infinately . Content Warning.
Tate watched as her friends, Sam and Cat, in the seats next to her, in the dark close the distance between their hands, it was profound. And something was awakening inside of Tate, changing her.
By Lore S. Crown 10 months ago in Pride
The Room at the End of the Hall
The house had too many windows. Ezra had counted them once, forty-two, not including the small one in the attic. Light poured in from every side, but somehow, the place still felt shadowed. Maybe it wasn't the house that was dark. Perhaps it was the weight he brought in with him.
By Robert Lacy10 months ago in Pride
My Name Is Still Elias: A Story of Identity, Belonging, and the Courage to Remember. AI-Generated.
I was seventeen when I moved to America. A suitcase full of prayers from my mother, a blue komboloi from my grandfather, and my name — Ηλίας — which no one could pronounce.
By Constandinos Olymbios10 months ago in Pride
"Frotophobia" and (Internalized) Homophobia
The Jewish-American Bill Weintraub began the "Frot Movement" as an attempt to popularize frottage (genital-genital sex or genital rubbing between men) and help frottage compete (in the "free market" of sexualities) against the much more dangerous and injurious act of anal.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR10 months ago in Pride
Miles in Between
Theo used to think that love would find him by now. In his twenties, he’d watched his friends meet, date, and marry like clockwork. It was as if everyone else was given a map, and he was handed a compass with no North. Now in his mid-thirties, he was tired of pretending that dating apps were exciting. The endless bios, the swipe culture, the way it all made intimacy feel like a transaction — it exhausted him.
By The Kind Quill10 months ago in Pride
The Quiet in Room 17
I always knew something was different about me. Not the “gifted child” kind of different, or even the “she’s so quirky” type. This difference didn’t come with praise or pats on the back. It came with whispers, narrowed eyes, and the lingering silence after I entered a room.
By Zakir Ullah10 months ago in Pride
No Matter the Result: Pinky Promise
⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ ✧ ⚢ ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ "Ouch!" Mara hissed, louder than she meant. People in the waiting room stared, mildly annoyed. But Mara was more bothered. Her thumb throbbed. She’d bitten through another nail. A fresh crescent of red peeked out from under the polish Doreen had painted just an hour ago.
By Dalma Ubitz10 months ago in Pride
I Am Angry At My World, Today.
"How can you be bisexual if you are married to a man, and you have children?" "Are you sleeping around?" These are questions I get asked, usually by people who work with children.
By Carol Ann Townend10 months ago in Pride
Happy Pride Month!
In the middle of Maplewood Park stood an old wooden bench painted in bright rainbow colors. Weathered by sun, rain, and time, the colors had faded slightly, the wood creaked when someone sat — but the bench still stood proud. It wasn’t fancy, but it had a story.
By Lucious10 months ago in Pride
Baseball is For Everyone: Part 4
Greetings, Vocal readers and Happy Pride Month! I've addressed the many reasons why America's pastime is for everyone in previous stories, which I'll have down below. I know I said that the previous story of me discussing this topic was the last time addressing opponents of LGBTQ+ people and anything that's related to it. Now, I have even more things to discuss and helpful advice for them. Once you have read this story, please give it a like and subscribe to my page on here. Also, follow me on my socials. Finally, please send me a one-off tip at the end of this story to support my work as I continue to write and publish more stories.
By Mark Wesley Pritchard 10 months ago in Pride
I Didn’t Disappear. I Refused.
They outlawed my name first. Not the one on my ID — that one they kept, with its masculine “Matthew” and that stiff, false “M” stamped next to sex, like a scar carved into paperwork.
By Rukka Nova10 months ago in Pride
The Half-Elf. Top Story - June 2025.
1. It starts in a club, as so many crucifixions do. - Seven years ago, today. Neon spills on my chest like fake blood. My wife—full lesbian, full moon—orders something tart, something red.
By Iris Obscura10 months ago in Pride