Tom Boy: A “Butch” Straight Woman’s Story I will not repeat the names that I was called at school because I actually think they are too offensive for public consumption. I have had many years of living this dual existence. On one hand I am a very powerful, independent . . . read more
Read the amazing LGBT interview we had with this two wonderful members of the LGBT community. Be inspired with their experiences! Of course, as many people know… you can’t help who you fall in love with but we hope that these interviews help shed some light into how society . . . read more
I am planning to have a secret gay wedding : even though I know it is illegal in my country I will call myself Jemah to protect the innocent. I was born in Kenya to a demonstrably staunch catholic family. To say that my upbringing was austere and severe is to . . . read more
To say that I was ecstatic when gay marriage was finally recognized in the Supreme court. Massachusetts was ahead of time in terms of accepting LGBT people so this was just an added bonus. One of the tricky bits had been about bringing my long-term boyfriend Marx from Ukraine . . . read more
A Tale of Transphobia in the Workplace I was hearing about the hullabaloo concerning gender-neutral toilets. These were kids for goodness sake…but again, I was used to hate for most of my life so not much comes as a surprise. I am a 42-year-old woman. I . . . read more
A Woman in Custody “They are the salt of the earth”. I too used to think so but now I knew better. I was picked up for being over the limit. Fair enough, I had had two glasses of wine instead of wine. That terrible mistake to drive . . . read more
Mixed Race: Shunned for Dating Outside My RaceBigotry is Not the Preserve of White People My name is Sheila. I am 31 years with a fantastic job as a sales officer for a loan company. I married to Frank who is 35 and we have three beautiful children (Frank Jr . . . read more
My name is Leo, but it wasn’t always so and I am finding freedom. When I was a young child I had no idea of the freedom that existed outside of my family circle. My . . . read more
An open letter to my mother: True personal acceptance and love cannot be conditional Cutting my hair was my first step towards personal acceptance. Cutting my hair consisted of months upon months of admiring various cuts and colors, before finally working up the courage to do it, despite . . . read more
