In All I Love and Know, Judith Frank presents a family that, though scarred and scared, overcomes division and distrust to create their own kind of unity.
Since much homophobia and transphobia is rooted in misogyny, it's clear to me that in order to cleanse our faith-based institution of anti-LGBT bigotry, we're going to have to do a much better job of dealing with the pervasive sexism. That will require a very long-term effort.
This week I was invited to join a media conference call immediately following the Fourth Circuit Court of Appeals' favorable ruling in Virginia's Bostic v. Schaefer marriage-equality case.
Is there an androgynous experience of a city? No? Then Barcelona has just invented it, perhaps not only for me. This should not be too surprising as this old, Spanish city ranks as number one in gay freedoms, nuptial rights included
Paul Ryan is attempting to address poverty, once again. What he's really doing is trolling the media to write "compassionate conservative" columns about him (which, so far, doesn't seem to be working very well), to bolster his chances to get the Republican presidential nomination.
A first step in helping to heal the antagonistic separation between non-affirming and affirming Christians and congregations, is for all to open their eyes to the ways that LGBT Christians are already blessing -- and possibly even renewing -- the Church as a whole.
That any church these days would take the step toward full inclusion of the LGBT community is courageous. That the Salvadoran Episcopal Church's Sexual Diversity Ministry even exists is a miracle to behold.
Who knows how many stories like this one have gone untold; how many lives were wrecked by policies rooted in pure prejudice, whether they were discharged or in hiding; and how many closeted servicemembers worked from the inside to dismantle, brick by brick, the DADT wall?
Even many of us affected personally went on with life, doing little to ameliorate the suffering of those we loved. My father's lover, Jim Cox, died of AIDS in 1991. Sweet Jim. He gave me ballet lessons each morning when I was living with my father on Sugar Loaf Key in 1986.
Today I identify as a gay evangelical Christian, and I have a unique understanding and perspective from both sides of an issue that has become the cultural flashpoint of our generation.
British-Nigerian novelist and poet, Bernardine Evaristo is not only a master of literary gender-bending but she's also adroit at subverting well-worn tropes from slavery to stifled sexuality in a way that feels new, visceral, vital.
The Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles made history as they showcased their historical past during their 966th performance celebrating their 35th anniversary along with the Southern California premiere of I Am Harvey Milk at The Walt Disney Concert Hall this past weekend.
I am elated that the Federal Courts are forcefully dragging you kicking and screaming into the 21st century. I know leadership in your state might, or might not, agree with this ruling, and the truth is, at one point my grandma's didn't either. But they came around.
When I bought last-minute tickets to see a Sunday-night play at the local community theater in Fargo, North Dakota, I didn't know it would be exactly what I needed.
(A 1984 satirical magazine cover depicting "Franky" Schaeffer as a "kid" throwing mud at Christianity Today Magazine and Billy Graham for not be...
In an ideal world, Australia's famed swimming star Ian Thorpe should be known for one thing: dominating the sport of swimming. But of course, we don't live in an ideal world, and ever since Thorpe entered the limelight more than 15 years ago, rumors about his sexuality have swirled in the media and in the public forum.