I've been thinking of my own early years as a queer youth: how despairing I was, how wrong I felt, how terribly unseen and unheard. Then I remembered my suicide notes, how occasionally I would write one and leave it around to be found.
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?
First published in 1982 by Clarke, Narratives: poems in the tradition of black women is a vital part of lesbian-feminist print culture.
For reasons that I can only attribute to the grace of God, my poor, black, queer, disabled self began to experience God as an aching, yearning Presence that longed for ME through those messages
We urge the next Congress to introduce a comprehensive bill that addresses discrimination in employment, housing, and public accommodations like the comprehensive laws we have passed in many states.
I don't want to die. I am healthy and active and merely 61-years-old. My 86-year-old father is a nationally ranked tennis player, reinforcing the belief that if I keep eating and living well, my genes will take me past 90. So, until now, I felt justified in postponing writing a will. Everything involved in creating one seemed hellish to ponder.
How can we truly get a respectful acceptance from others when we internally are being unjust to those in our own community?
Many of us have been bending our characters' genders and sexual orientations for years, but it's terrific to see the game officially embrace this.
Lesbian, gay and bisexual (LGB) people experience both disparities and resiliencies in health, according to data released July 15th by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).
If we don't address these intersecting identities and the fact that sexism, racism, classism and the like are within our rainbow bubble, we are hurting the very members of our community that we proclaim we are fighting to protect.
Bite This takes fans on a journey into some of the best kitchens in America, and not all of them are run by famous chefs with lots of cash and fame.
In April of this year, I met an extraordinary woman. To say that she is my BFF does not adequately describe our relationship. She is straight, and I am a lesbian. For the most part, I have never found a need to define my nonsexual relationships. With her it is different.
As the mother of a transgender son, I often wonder how my younger straight son truly felt as our family was navigating through some of our most challenging years.
Led by Dykes on Bikes, the World Dyke March on June 28 included a rainbow of marchers from women's health collectives and craftivists, to Canadian unions and individual dykes. Some marched for politics. Some just for fun.
Nancy Garden, author of the landmark young adult book Annie on My Mind, died on June 23rd at the age of 76. Nancy was family.