I was the very embodiment of everything our society worries could go wrong with a little boy, and in my small Midwestern town in the early '80s, I was every father's nightmare awoken and menacingly mincing my way through our local mall's food court.
Understandably, this has caused fear and dismay among transgender people around the country. We all have to use the bathroom, but these laws would seemingly force transgender people to choose between fines and jail, risking horrific violence or leaving the state.
The Rev. Malcolm Boyd died last week at the age of 91. Accolades began popping up, but many do not know how Boyd shaped a generation of seekers in the 1960s to understand that unless Christianity was about justice and inclusion, it was just blowing smoke.
We appreciate that the New York Times has a style guide, like every media outlet. A style guide, much like the law itself, is meant to guide its subjects toward action that benefits the collective over the individual.
Discrimination in any form does not come from a loving God, or a loving person. Discrimination occurs when people travel the path of fear. This path is not freeing, it is confining. It hurts both internally and externally. I know this from the decades of hiding my own truth and living in shame and fear of discovery.
Coaching with a clear mind has allowed me to be better at my job. It has allowed me to open up to my team and share experiences. It has made us closer. I have friends that I truly could not live without. We are a unique family that exists from similar experiences. I coach boys high school basketball and yes, I'm gay.
It wasn't that I didn't know how to date girls, it was that I didn't know how to date anybody. Before this year, I had been on three real dates, and all of them were with boys I had previously spent time with in group settings. I didn't know how to go on a first date.
Texas lawmakers are gunning for the judge who let two lesbians to get married. Meanwhile, homophobic lawmakers celebrate the 10th anniversary of the state's marriage ban. There's just one problem -- the law will probably be overturned before it actually turns 10.
Now, perhaps more than ever before, black people are joining forces and standing up for their rights and recognition. Yet, there is still disharmony within that same united front when it comes to accepting our transgender brothers and sisters.
One can't help but wonder: Are these magazines for straight men only? I am unaware of their average reader's sexual orientation, however, at least statistically, surely conjecturally, a portion of the readership must identify as gay or bisexual.
As mothers, you aren't just teaching your children. You're teaching fathers, and dads-to-be, and dads-in-waiting. Men like me, like my husband, men that neither I nor you will ever meet, men in faraway places and men around the block, who have everything to offer a child. So please, if you don't mind, keep teaching.
Before kids, we went to Turkey, South Africa and Thailand and even contemplated Lebanon. But after two adoptions and the current state of LGBT rights worldwide, our safe zones have become greatly reduced.
We know that countless numbers of men and women have been, and continue to be, persecuted simply for being who they are. We understand how fortunate we are just to be able to raise our children and to glimpse the possibilities in store for them.
What would make you renounce your homosexuality? An all-expenses-paid Caribbean cruise? A sleek new Jaguar? A million dollars? For one gay Chicago baseball fan, it was tickets to a Cubs game.
There are far fewer hate comments than there are love comments. As Ms. Swift said, haters gonna hate. But it may be nice to know that lovers gonna love, too. I'm serious.
Many parents thought the song should be an anthem in every elementary school in the country. But others refused to let their child sing on the song, or even sing on the recording, if we were going to include this song.
With very little national attention, transgender victims (especially those of color) are forgotten while their cases grow cold and their murderers often walk free, as in the case of Deshawnda Bradley.
Growing up kinky, queer, non-binary, and non-heteronormative is a mixed bag that often includes struggles and self-doubt. But you grow up, and chances are that you will find that person or those people who don't just accept you but are grateful for who you turned out to be.
There are aspects of ourselves that we are encouraged never to reveal; but I'm not a unicorn. I'm a man. I'm a black man. I'm a black male teacher. I'm a good, queer, black male teacher who is not quite as good when I feel it must be kept a secret.