Luis Mancheno talks about growing up in Ecuador as a gay man, fleeing his home country after being attacked, and eventually finding safety after becoming a refugee in the United States.
My name is Nzee, I am basically from Pakistan living here in United States from past 4 years. I am born Muslim and proud to call myself Muslim. But I can’t deny the fact that I am lesbian, why it’s happened I don’t know. I sure have a person I want to marry. To me… Read more »
I FOUND “THE ONE” In April of 2004 I walked into a small bank in Sedona, Arizona to begin my job as a Teller. Little did I know that the quiet, sassy, smart, gorgeous and driven gal at the far end of the teller line who was operating the drive-thru would change my life for… Read more »
Today marked an important day in my life ¼ a century ago as I looked at the Calendar. “THE DINNER”: In our family it was always tradition to introduce your life partner at a family “dinner” at my Mom and Dad’s home. I can remember it as if was yesterday, I was so nervous and… Read more »
As an Afro-Caribbean transplant to the US/Brooklyn at 5 years old, not only did I sound different, I was different. It turns out I was totally feminine and unaware of it. But that changed the very first day of school when the teacher screamed at me, “Can’t you read?! That’s the boy’s bathroom! You go… Read more »
Article originally appeared on The Good Men Project and can be found here: https://goodmenproject.com/sex-relationships/love-knows-no-orientation-madison-lbkr/ My Uncle Ernest Washington looked after me as a child. He was my babysitter, my personal comedian, and chef. He made me Banana Pancakes….a bit too regularly but they were made with love. He was kind, Fatherly and gentle with me…. Read more »
I have been happily married for over 20 years. I have kept my sexuality a secret for 30+ years. Until yesterday. I felt the need to come out as bi to someone. I have known for a long time that I am. I had many girlfriends and a few boyfriends along the way. Never really… Read more »
This story is not quite long…. I think, and I’m glad you’re stopping whatever you doing in reading my story. It all started in 7th grade 1st day of school. In what was my old middle school class had an assigned table. I had no friends of mine in my class, and spotted a friend… Read more »