lgbtq

The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.

Her touch
As gentle as a butterfly, as soft as a rose peddle, the first time she touched me made my heart race like a speeding bullet and pound like a bass drum! Fireworks exploded in my head! Was this real or was it just a dream? It started out as an ordinary day, going to work, then to the gym. There she was walking across the gym. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen! Our eyes meet, I smiled shyly and she waved. I was shocked she actually noticed me! I went about my business continuing my workout, not thinking much about the encounter. She was gorgeous, but I’m sure she was way out of my league! An hour and a half went by and I finished my routine and started to leave. As I walked to the door I hear the most majestic voice say “hey, wait!” I spun around. To my surprise it was the same woman that caught my attention earlier. “I’m Jess”, she introduced herself extending her hand. “I’m Alex, nice to meet you”, I said, my voice trembling a bit in nervousness. She chuckled at my shy nature. “Don’t be shy, just be yourself”, she told me. I chuckled and turned a bit pink in the face and glanced down. It was hard for me to look such a beautiful woman in the face. She laughed, “let’s go get a drink, I’m buying”, she suggested. “Sure”, I replied, still super nervous and shy. We walked a few blocks down to a bar near by. I suggested we sit in a corner booth, that way maybe I could sit a little close to Jess and we could watch people. Jess liked that idea and told me she enjoys watching people as well. We both shared a laugh. We sat and watched people and talked about life, about the simple things, just enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other. One of Jess’s favorite songs came on and she grabbed my hand and said come dance with me. I was nervous. I laughed and told Jess that I can’t dance. She says, “follow my lead, you’ll be ok!” I laughed. It was so much fun. I gazed into her gorgeous brown eyes. She wrapped her arms around me. I was on cloud nine! I was definitely not expecting today to go the way it has. It was such an awesome turn of events for my life! The song finished and we went to sit back down. Jess scooted right next to me, laying her head on my shoulder. “You’re amazing”, she sighed. I laughed and said, “I didn’t do anything!” She leaned up and kissed my cheek. I immediately blushed. We had a couple more drinks before we decided we should go. Neither of us wanted the night to end. We walked with our arms around each other. Both of us lived fairly close to the bar. I walked Jess home. I was humbled to have such a gorgeous woman by my side! I was in awe! Totally astonished! Today was by far the greatest day of my life! We reached Jess’s door. “Well, this is my stop”, she laughed. “I don’t want tonight to end”, I told her with a sigh. She turned and wrapped her arms around me. “I don’t either”, Jess replied. “Come inside”, she continued. “Are you sure?” I asked, getting nervous again. Jess insisted. I gave in, as I was head over heels for this woman already. She kissed my cheek in excitement. We were both so excited to be in each other’s company. Jess put on a movie. To my surprise, it was a horror movie. We sure did have a lot in common! Jess cooked up some popcorn for us to share. We sat on the couch, Jess pulled me close. Every time the movie got intense, Jess would hold my hand tight. “I’m glad you’re here”, she told me. “As am I”, I replied. We finished the movie. Jess turned and kissed me. Her soft, rose peddle like lips pressed against mine. Fireworks exploded in my head again, my heart racing. It was pure magic! We stood there wrapped in one another’s arms. “The night is still young”, Jess whispers in my ear. I got excited all over again! She grabbed my hand and lead me to the bedroom down the hall. I was trembling with excitement. She jumped on the bed and pulled me next to her. We laid there in each other’s arms sharing the sweetest, most passionate kisses. I slid my hands under her shirt and gently rubbed her soft, warm body. She pressed up against me more. She bit my lip. We laid there embracing one another. We shared intimate moments and loved on each other until we fell asleep, her head on my chest. We were just two girls happily in love.
By Kim Salas5 years ago in Humans
Pride in Pride
Love is Love, no matter who is involved. So this is going to be more of an opinion piece than anything else I have done. Recently, my wife has gotten us both into the app Tik Tok. This has plugged us into the social media scene as never before. As my wife identifies as Pansexual, she spends a lot of time on the LGBTQ+ version of Tik Tok as Juliesauruswrecks I get to see first hand how these people react to life. To those that do not know, Pansexuality is defined in the Oxford Dictionary as "not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity." This is just one of the many colors of the LGBTQ+ spectrum.
By Alex Arbios5 years ago in Humans
PART III Please Don't Call Me Sir
When the bus pulled into the Florida terminal, I thought I was going to be surrounded by sunny beaches and Disney Land. I saw neither as we exited the bus. It was nearly dark, it was warm but windy, and all I could see was a vast parking lot full of vehicles. We were picked up by my Uncle, who we would be staying with until my mother got a job and found us a place of our own. As a 9 year old who thought I was going to be greeted in Florida by Mickey Mouse, it was nothing less than disappointing to just go from the bus to my uncle's home. The following morning however, my uncle took us to a beach and we found an exciting sea creature, a manawar. My little soul was at peace on that beach, a feeling that the sun, combined with ocean water and warm sand, would bring to me throughout my life.
By CeCe5 years ago in Humans
Fight or Flight
Breathe through your mouth, Mallika reminded herself, leaning heavily on the ropes outlining the boxing ring. “Boxing ring” was generous, really. The mat was a grimy, torn relic, and she was pretty sure the ropes had been stolen from the wharf across the highway. She shook her head of the thoughts. The crowd jeered as her opponent assumed a ready stance, beckoning her with a cheeky crook of her finger. Mallika rolled her eyes.
By Anaakhya Kavi5 years ago in Humans
Trans Before, Trans After. Top Story - February 2021.
Everyone in this world eventually kicks the final bucket. This is a fact of life. It's unavoidable. Guaranteed. However, it's the unfortunate truth that many LGBT+ folx, particularly those who are transgender, often die much younger than their cisgender and/or hetero-normative counterparts. There are many reasons for this particular fact of life, but every single one of them is just as tragic as the next.
By J. Lee5 years ago in Humans
Queers in Closets and Why We Need to Stop Coming Out of Them
"You never stop coming out. Every time you meet a new person, you have to come out all over again." This announcement, made by the director of my college LGBTQ group, was the closing statement at the first group gathering. I was in my freshman year of college, and, like much of queer youth, I was making up for lost times. I was finally dating who I wanted and surrounding myself with people like me. I was no longer hiding, so this idea that you do not just 'come out of the closet' once ignited a pit of frustration that I would wrestle with much of my college career. Why is it my responsibility to correct everyone's assumptions of me?
By VKT5 years ago in Humans
Subtle
His eyes would never sparkle as brightly as they had all those years ago, and maybe Samuel should take responsibility for that. He had never been good at expressing himself, or showing how much he cared. It had always come easier Arthur, and even now when they're together Samuel still has a hard time showing beyond brief kisses and gentle touches that he would give up anything he owned if only Arthur would smile like he had on the day they had met. But Arthur had never seemed to mind as much, and in fact, he often called it endearing that Samuel could barely hold his hand in public without feeling out of place; but he tried for Arthur.
By KaeKubb5 years ago in Humans
Glued
The light was red, no cars were around and I was the queen of jay-walking. I effortlessly sprinted across the street and adjusted my winter hat; fall’s creeping coolness nipped my ears.
By Krissie V Moore5 years ago in Humans
Please Don't Call Me Sir PART I
Transgender, cisgender, pangender, oh my!!! These terms, and more, did not exist in my little world in the 70's. Growing up in small town America had it's benefits for some, but not someone that felt different, thought different, and looked different, as I did. You fell in to one of two categories, girl or boy, male or female. Trying to get out of one of those boxes was not easy. I would dare say in the town I was in at the time, getting out of a box was not even possible. There were terms for the people that didn't fit in one of the boxes in a neat and tidy way. Those terms included old maids, old bachelors who never "took a wife", odd, weird, eccentric (I rather like this one above the rest), fags and dykes. I did not have an understanding of the sexuality associated with the terms. In my pre-teen mind the terms were just adjectives describing one's appearance or how someone chose to live. I knew they were derogatory in nature, but it wouldn't be until much later, after leaving that small town, that I would truly know the meaning and the impact of the words.
By CeCe5 years ago in Humans
A Modern Reflection
Shane walked out of the elevator at the Sutter Health Medical Center feeling optimistic. He presented himself right in front of the COVID-19 health inspector as he anticipated those 3-5 questions on the current status of his health. A realization came to him every time he stepped out of his home he would have to answer these questions anywhere he had gone. The administrator stated, “Have you had a fever in the last fourteen days?”
By Camila Sharpe5 years ago in Humans
Our Bones
There were few things in life that were as organic to Lizzie as surrounding herself with the dead. As a little girl, she had always been sympathetic toward the creatures that were cast off on the side of the road, flies buzzing directly over their decomposing bodies, performing soft little songs with their wings.
By Talia Hazelton5 years ago in Humans
At a Coffe Shop
August runs into the first open shop he sees to take cover from the rain. His feet squish in his wet shoes. He takes off his sopping beanie and makes his way inside. He shakes out his wet hair like a dog. Looking up, he takes in the hustle and bustle of a small café. With a few small tables along the right wall and a handwritten chalk menu, how nice. He’s always up for a cup of joe.
By Kira Petty5 years ago in Humans