Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Pride.
In Defense of a Friend
Looking at this picture of me in 10th grade it would be easy to write me off as a skinny, meek, nerdy kid; which was true for the most part. What this photo doesn't tell you is that even as a skinny, meek, nerdy kid I was fiercely loyal to my friends. Between bullies and algebra they were the only thing that kept me sane at school. These are the people that I ate lunch with, played after school with, grew into my teenage years with, and survived a lot of troubling times with. It was through them that I learned who I was, and what I stood for, but that wasn’t an easy journey.
By Vagabond Writes4 years ago in Pride
The Farewell
It’s a harsh summer evening when Emily gives us the news of her departure. We’re just a group of lanky teenagers sitting on the bank of the river, but the most important thing to us is each other. She prepared a going away present for all of us, something to remember her by. She gives it to me last, pushing back her wild brown curls and pressing something from her equally sweaty hand into mine; I am reminded again of why I don’t want her to leave. We don’t stay much longer after that, and everyone is a mess of sticky sweat and tears while we say goodbye for the last time to Emily. I open my hand on the way home, not wanting to see the gift when I could spend my time looking at her and find a little green gem, wrapped in wire and hung on a thick black string.
By Morgan Starkey4 years ago in Pride
I Guess It's Time to Come Out Now
I feel like part of me is still scared to say the word… “bisexual.” It’s bizarre to write it down when it was a word I fled from for so long, a part of my identity I denied for the first eighteen years of my life. I told myself I just thought girls were really pretty. I honestly thought that. I allowed my life and my understanding of myself to be hindered for so long because of the heteronormative culture I was surrounded by growing up.
By Saloni Rao4 years ago in Pride
Lifting Spirits
“Rei. Rei, open up.” Silence. “Rei Fortuna Letra if you don’t open this goddamn door right now, I’m gonna-” The door creaks open and the young woman slams it open, muttering half-hearted praises about being lucky. The woman is hispanic, her light brown skin contrasting the dark eyes that glared into the empty room.
By Edlyn Escoto4 years ago in Pride
Being Gay no longer has to be a secret
I have often said to a lot of my gay friends that I think there needs to be more open communication on how their half live. The gay community seem so afraid someone is going to ask question that they might not have and answer to. They are afraid to be ridiculed. They are so afraid others may judge them. Suck it up people! Communication is the only way to normalcy. Gay people use some traditions but their is no book on how to live as a gay couple. Being gay there is no format on how gay families conduct themselves in any type of relationship. I would like to see more relatable stories base on gay relationship and everyday daily situation so we can relate and share stories. We need to see the good, the bad and the ugly in gay families, gay relationships, gay dating, gay romance, and any other question straight people may have about gay people. Gay can no longer be kept as a well kept secret because we have people who need to be held responsible for unacceptable behavior.
By Peggy Whitaker4 years ago in Pride
Paramore
There's a line in "Still Into You" by Paramore that says *recount the first night I met your mother* that is bittersweet. This song is my jam, and it hits that serotonin release button. Plus, it fits. Danielle and I have a running joke about me being overbearing; we met on a dating site. We lived in different states. I knew we would be married the first time we exchanged messages.
By CH Sandler4 years ago in Pride
Hate Crime
Curt is kind of conservative. He’s not a big fan of the whole P-Town party scene. So, picking somewhere sensible to meet is always a bit of a challenge. After considering the limited options, the Squealing Pig was about as middle of the road as I could come up with. Some locals, some tourists, some gay, and some straight. Far from perfect, but it would do.
By Robert Reilly4 years ago in Pride
Searching For My Word
There is a certain word that I find repulsive, and that is concerning. There’s nothing wrong with this word or its definition, it’s more so a personal reflection that makes me feel this disgust. In fact, it is a word that defines me, but the word, that which leaves a distasteful pallet, just sounds, well, gross. Trashy and tacky to my tongue, leaving the question as to if it is really the word or if it is that I am repelled by myself. If I am truly repulsed for being defined by such a harmless word, then what can I do to gain pride in this and have satisfaction in knowing that it describes me? Unfortunately, as I sit here writing this, admitting it to myself, the repulsion takes over. What if I could find a new word to replace this? Would that make it any better? Could it be, by writing this, by the end, that I will no longer feel this way?
By Stevi Vaughn4 years ago in Pride
