Our Queer Stories

Read about LGBT and queer experiences - the good, the bad, and the inspirational.

Bisexuality

Bisexual and Proud

I am 62 years old and I have known I was bisexual since the age of 14. In my early teens, in the late 1960’s, anyone who was openly gay or bisexual were called all sorts of names and ridiculed beyond belief, my father used to use the phrases ‘woolly’ for ‘woolly woofter’ and, if he wanted to be really cruel he would call anyone who was gay ‘uphill gardeners’.

Well how about that… (PG-13)

So this is going to be a little funny story of coming out. I was 14 (19 now) and I was hanging out with a friend who I knew was gay but at the time I wasnt. Keeping in mind we are both males. So we are hanging out playing games and he starts telling […]

I have a hard time saying I’m bi, but not for the reason you’d think…

I’ve known I was bisexual since high school. Sexually, romantically, and emotionally interested in both men and women. All of friends throughout my life have been LGBT or allies, my little brother is openly gay, and members of my family know I’m bi and couldn’t be more supportive. However, I’ve chosen to present myself as a hetero ally to the public and members of the LGBT community, especially relating to LGBT issues. I’d like to explain why.

My Mother and the Nun

My mother was 37 when she fell in love with a woman, the same age I am now. It was 1974, I was 14, and the woman my mother fell in love with was the principal of my brothers’ and sisters’ new grade school, a nun who also happened to be my mother’s boss.

Bathroom Bills & The Spiritual Trauma of the Binary: A Bisexual’s Perspective

I am no stranger to Facebook “comment wars.” At one time, I was a wannabe golden child in both the Evangelical church in which I was primarily raised, and in conservative Catholic circles where I worked after college and during graduate school. Today, I am a fiscally moderate, socially liberal clinical counselor and educator specializing in trauma.

Coming to terms with my sexuality

In elementary school I was made fun of because I was different. I liked to play sports with the boys, act like them and even dress like them.