i am a 32 years old female . i was sexually abused when i was a child . actually i have been through different sexual abuses , as i remember starting at 10 years old till almost when i was 19 . since 19 to this moment nothing happened. these sexual abuses differs between touching my private parts and dirty words . and the reactions to them went gradually from not understanding anything , shocked to few tears, according to my age at each event and my sexual knowledge .
Before I was queer, I thought I was happy. I was marrying my best friend, I was doing a PhD on something I was deeply curious about, and I had a wonderful group of friends. Then I met her, and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I went from a world in monochrome to glorious technicolour. She brought this wonderful, harrowing, and profound change in me and my experience of everything. I learned to love more deeply than I knew was possible, and to hurt more intensely, too. The chemistry I felt with her was undeniable, and the connection. I ended my engagement weeks before the wedding, and shortly after started dating her. It was a 2 year rollercoaster of off again on again relationship. We actually had relationship therapy to work out how to break up. We needed it.
So gay at 50! What’s that like? Well living in the countryside an hour and a half by train to London it is quite isolated, there is a pub half an hour’s drive away but today it is for the young lgbt+ rather than my age group. There is limited if any lgbt+ 50+ age groups, and to be honest as a couple most of them wouldn’t suit us or the things we enjoy. Over the years as friends move back to their county of birth and most them were straight you tend to become a little recluse, we don’t mind this, don’t get us wrong, but enjoying our own company suits us.
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’.
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 […]
My name is Zac, I’m 24, identify as gay. I’ve known I was different as far back as I can remember. I was born and raised in a rural, lumber area of Northern Michigan.
I would like to start this off saying, that Substance abuse in the LGBT community is real and isn’t something to judge nor hate on because you don’t understand. Myself have struggled with substance abuse/addiction for 12 years. Half my life… It’s something a lot of people don’t or want to understand for various reasons. I can only only provide my own life experiences.
I wish someone had told younger me that parents lie. They lie and lie and lie and they don’t always know what’s best for you. Not in the way I was raised to believe. Being queer in a -phobic household can really shatter your sense of self-worth. Having to listen to supposed “holy” men rant every Sunday about how God finds this and this and this disgusting and how you will be punished is almost its own form of abuse.