Relationships

i bought my first binder with birthday money from grandma
twenty-five dollars in a card with a cartoon cake and grandma's shaky handwriting "for something special, sweetheart" she always called me sweetheart
By A.O10 months ago in Pride
the mirror in my childhood bedroom still doesn't recognize me
the same mirror that watched me try on my mother's lipstick at seven practice kissing my own hand at thirteen cry over breakups
By A.O10 months ago in Pride
the day i stopped apologizing for taking up space
sorry was the first word out of my mouth every morning sorry for being here sorry for breathing too loud sorry for needing the bathroom
By A.O10 months ago in Pride
i kept all my old clothes in a garbage bag for three years
the black hefty bag sat in the corner of my closet for three years two months and sixteen days but who's counting right?
By A.O10 months ago in Pride
the weight of a wedding dress i'll never wear
my mother kept the magazine clippings in a shoebox under her bed princess sleeves and cathedral trains flowing like water down chapel aisles
By A.O10 months ago in Pride
the first time someone called me by my chosen name
i practiced it in the mirror for months rolling the syllables around my tongue like a prayer i was afraid to say out loud
By A.O10 months ago in Pride
The Ancient Greeks Were Bisexual and Into Frottage!!. Honorable Mention in Pride Under Pressure Challenge.
By the late twentieth century, the American landscape of homosexual discourse had become a tableau of contradictions: paraded freedoms on one side, dogmatic restrictions on the other, both shackled by a curious prudery when it came to rethinking the sex act itself. Enter Bill Weintraub--a man possessed not by a sex drive but a corrective instinct. A Jewish-American classicist and activist, Weintraub sought to rehabilitate an ancient practice into modern gay consciousness--frottage, the art (and joy) of genital-to-genital contact between men.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR10 months ago in Pride
Deliver Me From Them: Jesus, I Need Help!. Top Story - June 2025.
"Well of course, Daddy, I’m all settled in just fine," I say into the Trimline telephone, counting the eon-long seconds like I’m sitting through one of his drawn-out July sermons, bless him. "No, everything’s been alright, thank the Lord. The staff are... helpful. Nothin’ over the top, just a sweet spirit all around. No need to worry."
By Dalma Ubitz10 months ago in Pride
Twister Wives
Have you ever been in love with more than one person at once? It's a problem, and probably a curse. But what if those people were also in love with each other? That would be a blessing.
By A. S. Lawrence10 months ago in Pride
The Capacity of Our Hearts. Honorable Mention in Pride Under Pressure Challenge.
Now Leah stood in front of the mirror, pressing her lips together. The artificial strawberry of her lip gloss too sweet on her tongue. She tucked the flyaways of her caramel hair behind her ear and smoothed her sundress. Leah couldn't remember the last time she had dressed up like this.
By Alyssa Musso10 months ago in Pride
When the Sharpest Words Wanna Cut Me Down
For the three of them, "party" was defined as "getting drunk, getting high, listening to music, playing cards, and laughing uproariously."
By Lightning Bolt ⚡10 months ago in Pride
Reigning in the Rain
Their love surged both on and off the battlefield, where hundreds of villagers raised their weapons against the soldiers of King Einar of KhaRel. They were merely a distraction, and while they valiantly fought on, one Leopold Dulon snuck through the back alleys of the village bearing a string-and-button fastened cloak in an unassuming gray color. Mercenaries hired by Einer to find him were posted throughout the street corners with orders to haul him back kicking and screaming if they must.
By Lizzy Rose10 months ago in Pride