This week has been, on balance of emotions, a pretty rough one for me; rougher than I have had in a long while, certainly multiple years. The reason for the roughness is that I have suffered two significant-feeling rejections in quick succession (the first was five days ago, the second was last night/this morning). I won't be getting into the ( Read more... )

Gabe was the person I called my best friend for about two years, from midway through freshman year in high school to about the middle of our junior year. When I had had enough of my first high school and enrolled in the public school at the end of my sophomore year, Gabe decided to defect with me. We both needed a fresh start ( Read more... )

Before my first girl crush, I pretty much assumed that I was heterosexual. Everyone was, weren't they? My homophobic father and religious mother actively hid the non-traditional sexual proclivities of various family members, most notably my father's brother. He had committed suicide before I was born, his hated homosexuality undoubtedly a factor. ( Read more... )

I went out to see a very decently-made documentary this evening with the DU Graduate GLBT group. Basically, it was a collection of interviews of high school students from various places concerning sexuality as they have to deal with it in their daily lives. Some were straight, some were gay, some were transgender, some were bi. They commented on ( Read more... )