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 »
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 »
I dont think I’ll ever come out. I watch coming out stories that gives me hope, but those successful coming out stories are like gift given to them. Can’t make my parents feel ashamed of me in front of the society. No matter how much one denies that society doesn’t matter, but the truth is… Read more »
A long time ago, er well. Like a year or so. I told my mother, grandmother, and cousins “I’m bisexual” and all was jolly, my mom said “I figured” and my grandma said “that’s ok, we still love ya”. But I did have to explain what it was to be bisexual to my cousin. It… Read more »
I am a gay teen living in a town of eight thousand people, almost all of which are white, catholic, and conservative. The first time I began to realize that there was something different about me, that I could actually put my finger on, was when I was hanging out with my older sister and… Read more »