My Being Gay in Life

This week we have another amazing story. I'm really excited about this one because it shows just how much one active person can cram into a lifetime. This contributor also included some photos. Don't feel pressured to do the same in your posts, but if you want to, they are definitely a welcome addition!

I was born, 1952, to an average military family, Dad was Commander for Travis AFB. He died before I was born. Raised with just Mom and two older brothers. I knew I was different from them, but HOW different, not until much later in life. But, I was different, not the typical kid. While my brothers liked Basketball, I like Bicycles. When they liked Football, I liked Frisbee. When they liked Baseball, I liked skateboards. I loved the ocean, my family preferred skiing and mountains. At six, I also knew I liked boys, they liked girls. But I never manifested any of this openly. I grew up, was a good student, focused on college and a real professional job. I wanted to be an Oceanographer and Jacques Cousteau was my childhood hero. I graduated high school an average unobtrusive kid. Never got really bullied. Being the "non-athlete" I did get the usual as I was more the nerdish kid. But I KNEW I would be better than them for my brains so I ignored it. I went to University, U.C. Berkeley and got my degrees in Geology, Paleontology and Biology. I was so focused on school, I actually didn't pay attention to my primal drives. During this time, I did design, build and sail a 14 foot catamaran. I graduated in 1975, on Dean's List, moved to Sacramento and started working on a teaching credential. I dropped that as the political climate and the environment for teachers in general was not as it was when I was a kid. But this was when I released my inner Gay. I went out, danced and then in December 1976, met my first love, my partner today of 33 years. We moved in together and in 1978, Mother's Day, we invited my mother and her boyfriend during all my childhood, to dinner at our house. This coming out was too much for them and I was soon "banished " from the family. Soon my next older brother would lose interest in Fraternal bonds. With that, my connections to family were gone. And that decision on my mother and his boyfriend's parts forever severed any interaction they would have with my future life's accomplishments. I felt it would be their loss, not mine. They said I would never amount to anything because I was gay. I confidently knew otherwise.

In 1980, I got my first real professional job as an engineer, soon working on developing Geothermal and natural gas resources for a state agency. I established a new royalty collection formula for the state which would net millions of dollars in natural gas well leases. I also came out to several good close coworkers with no repercussions on my working environment. I had a couple closet homophobes, but my work supporters put them in their place. They told me about this later. We all laughed.

During those first six months, I worked in Los Angeles and started hearing about "Gay Related Infectious Diseases or "GRID" for short. That soon morphed into AIDS. When I transferred to Sacramento, where my partner was living in our house, we attended the FIRST open medical conference on GRID/AIDS in Sacramento and immediately saw the gravity of this new illness. We both quickly got involved in the first Sacramento AIDS Foundation, my partner beginning the first group of patient counselors in Spring 1982. I was to go the second wave, but worked in a fund raising capacity. We worked with Shanti Project out of San Francisco, including Cleve Jones and others. Simultaneously with this activity, I began organizing the FIRST EVER AIDS bicycle fundraiser in the nation. This was in winter of 1982 and funding was not available for AIDS issues. I thought this ride would serve two purposes; raise money for AIDS services in Sacramento, and, the route being from Sacramento to San Francisco, make a statement of "bond" between our two cities. I got good support from fellow volunteers, but luke warm support from the Foundation Board. They were after bigger fish to fry like county funds. I was undeterred and by August 20, 1983, hosted and led the first ever AIDS fundraiser bike ride in California and the Nation. Three riders rode the Castro to Castro ride from Castro Way, Sacramento to go to the Castro Street Fair in San Francisco and a 4th rider, my partner, did a local 40 mile out and back ride. Only I made it to San Francisco. The two women who accompanied me, unfortunately suffered knee problems and had to turn back about 70 miles into the ride. Two days and 175 miles later, I arrived to 17,000 Castro Street Fair goers and my partner waiting for me in San Francisco with 4500 dollars in pledges to my name. The first AIDS bike ride was completed. History was made. We did volunteer work for the Foundation for several years. I also was involved in founding the first Lambda Community Center Gay, a community services center, in downtown. In 1986, I participated in Gay Games 2 in San Francisco. I managed to get silver in Triathlon. Also, during this time, I was building lutes and guitars and playing performances and was getting some local notoriety on TV for my art, being featured on our PBS station in a 20 minute segment on my skills. In a couple of years, I started gaining interest in antique bicycles and collecting and restoring them. Soon, TV was featuring me on this interest also. Within 5 years of collecting, 1988, I was featured in the first ever bicycle exhibit at the Sacramento History Center. The exhibit showcased 35 of my antique bicycles and some examples from the Schwinn bicycle company and Greg LeMond loaned his 1983 tour de France bike for my show, taking the entire second floor and first floor of the building. In 1989, I took my first Transcontinental bike ride across Europe on my 1886 gormully and Jeffrey high wheel (Ordinary) bicycle. With a group of 60 fellow riders, we rode across Europe. Mid way in the journey, I made an attempt to ride 200 miles in a day's time. I accomplished the feat and to my amazement was told I was the FIRST in modern times to attempt such a feat, this relayed to me by the nationaalfietsmuseum, a Dutch museum of bicycles and vintage cars. The proprietor is an authority on the subject of antique cycling in Europe. My record of 14.5 hrs for 213 miles still stands to this day. I returned to America, only to be invited to a ride across Japan on the same bike with 60 other high wheel riders. The trip was all expense paid so I couldn't refuse. We were featured on Japanese TV and news papers. Part of the trip was riding and racing at the Design Exposition in Nagoya, for four days. We weathered a Monsoon on one of those exhibition rides. I did get to fly the Gossomer Condor simulator while there; I could have flown that machine. Upon my return home from my one month's Japan journey, I received a letter from Australia, inviting me to race and make a record attempt on a 100 year old 100 mile record set by a local there. Off I went. I succeeded in breaking the old record set in 1886 with my 1886 bicycle in 1990, by 90 minutes, the new record being 7H 48 minutes for 100 hilly miles. I then followed up with a 545 mile very hilly ride on the bike around Tasmania. When I returned to America, I did the first EVER bicycle display in Towe Transportation Museum in Sacramento. Another first for me. I also did an exhibit at UC Davis as part of the Exhibit "The Bicycle, Form and Function" in winter 1990.

In the meantime I changed jobs and now was working for a new Agency, Cal EPA, as an Engineer, I worked with landfill design compliance and many other facets, using all my skills I learned in University from Biology, to Engineering, to Paleontology and Environmental Sciences. I hit the ground running, drafting a new set of composting regulations for state wide enforcement, cleaning up a huge file database, and immersing myself in, among other projects, an Environmental Impact Report on the building that would impact virtually EVERY person who would be working in the new building we were about to move into in 2000. The building, as designed, was in violation of a series of work conditions. I alerted the five unions, involved in my Agency, to this series of standards breaches and we forced the management to change everything in the building's 25 floors to be in compliance, from partition heights to cubicle sizes, to a bike commuter room that was too small, relative to the employee ratios of bike commuters and user allocations. I was also Shop Steward and key to many conditions being agreed to between the State management and the worker unions. As time passed, I wrote three professional papers on Paleontology, the only one ever written on this subject, all published in three major paleo-science journals in conjunction with my lecturing at Cal Tech, University of Arizona and University of Colorado. Simultaneously, I published a comprehensive guide on environmental restoration, which is currently being used in S. Korea, Mexico, Canada, China, Turkey, the Local county Agencies in California and several other states in the US and private consultants. It has appeared in Amazon books. I worked in a committee that laid the groundwork for regulatory standards for cruise ships and their wastes, air and water management. In 2000, I published a paper on what may be the oldest pedal driven bicycle in existence in California, being built in 1838 or so. I presented a lecture in Muenster on the bicycle. In 2001, I worked in appraising a bicycle collection which led to a grant and funding to procure the collection for a Museum in conjunction with U.C. Davis. This laid the foundation for the California Bicycle Museum, in which I was a board member until recently when it integrated with the US National Cycling Hall of Fame. I am the only one who knows about these cycles. Because of my bicycle activities, I have been featured in: Bicycling Magazine, Sports Illustrated, Sacramento Magazine (twice), Sacramento Bee, Sacramento Union, several smaller local newspapers, Japanese and Australian newspapers and TV, local TV and Radio and The Wheelmen Magazine which is housed in the US Library of Congress, one of FEW publications retained in its original (paper) format. I have records on two continents and publications circulating worldwide and being used statewide. I recently retired and am now working on two patents, some music and an aircraft which I invented in 1968 and for which our technology has FINALLY caught up, so that I can build it.

My parents said in my being Gay, I would not amount to anything. I am proving them wrong in hexa-quadruplets. And THEY are missing out on all the fun. NEVER let ANYONE say being gay is a detriment, you will prove them wrong.

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A Gay in the Life of The Out Activist

This inspiring story comes to us from Bridget, in West Virginia. Bridget also calls herself The Out Activist, and uses the following as an introduction to her own blog. You can check it out by typing "The Out Activist" into your Facebook search bar.

I never intended to be an activist. I never intended to be gay. Now following up those statements, I think I should explain who I am and how I ended up here.

My name is Bridget. I am 33 years old, married (I use the term loosely and I will explain later), and have two children. I am a white, middle-class, Republican, Christian American living in the coal mining foothills of southern West Virginia. Oh yeah, and I am gay.

West Virginia is a Democratic state by nature. We have the oldest average age of residents in the US. Older than Florida. We have a population of less than 2 million and one of the lowest crime rates. Almost 75% of our state is covered by forest. That probably has something to do with that crime rate fact. 95% of the population is white. 65% of the residents are Protestant, 77% Christian. West Virginia is considered the southern most northern state and the northern most southern state. See, even my state is confused about its identity. These may seem like trivial facts but until eight years ago the most un-normal or out of line thing I did was vote Republican. Then along came a woman. Isn't that how all the good stories start?

I had lived the first 25 years of my life straight. Never even thought twice about it. I don't have some grand coming out story. I wasn't tortured in high school. My parents didn't disown me as a gay teenager. I had never really even thought about the gay community. There certainly are gay people in West Virginia but we don't seem to be as out here as other states. I met Nova, another straight chick, at work one day. I don't know if you can call it love at first sight but it seemed pretty damn close. Within one month we had gently removed the men from out of lives and were dating each other exclusively. Within two months we lived together. Yes, I know that sounds cliché lesbian but that was almost eight years ago and we are still kicking. During that dating time, we experienced hatred. We had our cars keyed, received hate mail, packages on our door step, threatening phone calls, and I even attribute the loss of a job to it. I unfortunately wasn't taking these experiences as a gay education. See, I considered myself an educated person already. I considered my family and friends to be educated as well. I thought these were just small town redneck moments. I didn't realize the prevalence of the hate. I didn't even realize I was about to get a real life education.

In 2004, I came across a website looking for couples to have a holy union ceremony as part of a gay pride event. Nova and I had been together two years. It seemed like it would be a nice display of love to one another. It was about to become a display of love to the country. I think the lack of legal marriage is cheapening the idea of commitment ceremonies. They are everywhere now. That wasn't the case in 2004. This pride event wanted to make a statement. They wanted a couple to show off and parade around. Several couples had stepped up but as the event drew near, fear kicked in, couples dropped out. Last man standing, we ended up becoming the defending voice of gay marriage at that event.

I don't consider protestors romantic. I wanted to hear piano music as I walked down the aisle. I heard banging. I wanted my family standing there for me. I had police officers trying to keep the doors from swinging open at the hands of protestors. I wanted friends taking my picture. I had news cameras. I wanted friends throwing rice. I had hundreds, maybe a thousand welcoming me as an angry mob with signs and shouts. That's the day I met Fred Phelps. If you don't know the name Google it.

In my small town this would have made national news. We weren't in West Virginia. This wasn't a small town. I didn't realize why this was news. People wanted to interview us. We weren't famous. I didn't think we were important. People have weddings every day. Why do I need to go on TV to explain this? I stood in front of the tv cameras. Don't let the emotions over run this. This is not personal. This people spewing hatred do not know me. I am a Christian. They are holding that same Bible I read. Those words aren't in it. Control the anger. Control the tears. I had read the Constitution. I am not breaking any grand law of the land standing here holding the hand of someone I love. Then come the questions. The interviewer wants to provoke me. It makes good ratings. They want a shouting match. What do I do? I defend the protestors. I defend their right to freedom of speech. The whole time I was looking past the camera, through the glass doors that silenced the roar, and right into the face of Fred Phelps. I went on to explain that I was using my freedom of speech and I thought that they should be able to as well. I watched myself on TV that night from our hotel room. Apparently, I was not the only one. The next day strangers came up to me on the street. They thanked me. I showed a rational point of view. I did later come to find out that it wasn't always the case in our community. I discovered that I had a voice. I had a voice and it could have power.

The problem with having a voice is that others can hear it. Excited by what I thought was my 15 minutes of fame, I searched our names on the internet when we returned home. I found us. I even found us on anti-gay websites. When your words are public it gives people the ability to play with them. Words can be twisted. I see it everyday as a gay Christian. The words that I use to love someone are used to hate me. Can I let twisted words be my legacy? Do I really let it end there? There are gay activists out there. There isn't a need for me. Small town kid or some old white guy in a $1000 suit? I am not the face of gay America, or am I?

Life goes on. The moment in the spot light fades. "Real life" kicks in. Normal married life. Well that requires paperwork. Little things kept popping up. Things don't seem this hard for straight couples. Extra effort and phone calls for insurance. Funny looks from the landlord. Tax time is a pain in the ass. Then bigger things starting happening. One of the boys got hurt at a playground. He was bleeding badly. I could see the hospital. Seemed like an easy choice. Stop for a second and take these emotions in. I stood in the E.R. holding a bleeding child who was just denied care because I wasn't his "real" mom. Raising a kid, changing diapers, kissing boo boos, midnight feedings, birthday parties, Christmas morning, and tucking him in a night does not make you a real mom. A piece of paper does. A crack addict, who abandons their kid has more rights than I did. Now I have to make a phone call to the real mom. I broke him but I can't fix him. "Real" mom is a hour away at work. My head was spinning. Maybe it was the room. I was shaking. Bleeding child in one hand. Cell phone in the other. Tears running down my cheek. How can I comfort a crying child? I could not comfort myself. I did feel a sense of relief when I knocked on the triage nurse's window, handed her my cell phone and explained that it was for her. I don't remember the words that were said. I heard them. Hell, I heard them through the glass window, I just don't remember. I do remember that the door opened and they fixed the boo boo. I also remember that I had just been shown my place in the world. I was just the other gay parent. That is equal to being a roommate.

I don't want to say that it is unfortunate but I also cannot say that I am grateful. This is my path in life. I was reminded more than once that I am just a roommate. My wife isn't in the best of health. When you are sick, when you are scared you need your family by your side. Family. Seems like an easy concept but that was another day that I was shown just how powerful a piece of paper can be. A piece of paper that I didn't have. Family only in the room. Roommates are not family. Next of kin? Mother. A mother several states away. A mother that she didn't speak to. A mother that didn't know her medical history. A mother who wouldn't even waste a drive to see her daughter even if it might be the last time. I saw the wrong side of closed hospital doors too many times. I cried alone in hospital hallways too many times.

I am smart. I am educated (those are two different things). Why didn't I know about the problems that faced a gay couple? I shared my experiences with my friends and family. They are also educated, smart people. They happen to be straight. They didn't believe what problems I faced. A lot of people, myself included at that time, thought that gay activist were fighting for special rights. I don't believe that the gay community needs special rights. What I realized was that we were fighting for equal rights. I didn't know this was a fight that I needed to be in. Neither did my friends. You can't fix a problem if you don't even know that it is there. Now I want people to know there is a problem. I want to be part of that solution. I want my friends and family to be part of that solution. I want complete strangers to be a part of that solution.

For years now I have been posting stuff on Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, whatever blog of the day about gay rights. I just want people to know. I call my congressman. I call my President. Hell, I've tried to call the presidents of other countries too. I send emails. I forward stories. I now have those oh so important pieces of paper. I have a bunch of them. Hospital doors are no longer closed in my face. I want to help others with those same steps. It loses its sincerity when you see a post that I just received an email from the President and the next post is that I leveled up on Farmville. I never had the time to devote to a page just for LGBT stuff. God fixed that for me. I recently was hurt. It was bad enough that my body wasn't able to work. That didn't do much for my mind. Sitting at home with a TV remote, a dog, and a bottle of pain pills didn't occupy the hours between doctor appointments. So here I am. I can't promise that once the doctors fix whatever bone I broke or muscle I tore that I will be able to post 20 times a day. But I do promise that I will not stop fighting. I will not stop being that rational voice. I found my voice. I will use it to speak up for those who can't speak up for themselves. I just ask that you take that journey with me.

-Bridget

Thanks Bridget! If anyone else would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your first name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. All contact information will remain private and confidential.

A Gay in the Life of a Christian Prom Queen

Sound like an oxymoron? It's not. It's my life and I'm very happy to share it with you. I was always one of the "popular" kids growing up, liked by many. I had no enemies and I was friendly with everyone I came in contact with. I was valedictorian of my high school, captain of my sports team, and president of many academic endeavors. I was voted onto the court as a candidate for prom queen in high school. I was up there with 5 of my best friends. I am still to this day shocked that I won, because I thought I was up there as some sort of mean joke or mix up in the voting. After that day I had people I didn't even know coming up to me and telling me they voted for me because I was the only one of my best friends that wasn't vain or bitchy (haha, in retrospect that is all too true). So it seemed that I fit in well with any crowd I decided to hang with, but I always felt different from everyone else and somehow alienated.

It started in middle school, about the time everyone's hormones go bat shit crazy. All of my best friends were obsessing over all the cute boys, so I went along with it. Peer pressure is a powerful thing, so I would convince myself I had a crush on a certain boy or another. I found it hard to reconcile the things I was saying to my friends ("Oh, Scott is so cute! I would love to make out with him!") to the things that were actually going on in my head. "Normal" popular teenage girls don't daydream about which of their friends they would kiss if they had to kiss a girl... They don't think about Angelina Jolie before they go to bed at night either.

The pressure that my friends were unknowingly placing upon me seemed like nothing, because I really didn't know what was going on. There are no gay people in the town I lived in growing up. And if there were any, they sure weren't out about it. It just wasn't an option for me at the time (ha... like I really had an option to "choose" my sexuality). Overall, I was very confused and felt nearly all the time that I just didn't quite fit in with my friends.

If that wasn't hard enough, reconciling my "feelings" with my religion was just out of the question. I grew up going to a Baptist church, and both of my parents are strong believers. I felt like every time I had a thought about a woman I was betraying God. That's a lot of pressure for a teenage girl to have. So, naturally, I repressed all of my feelings and became insanely homophobic. What else was I supposed to do? I dated a lot and became somewhat of a "serial dater." I would date a guy for a week and then discard him because I was bored. I didn't date ugly guys either. All sexy, jacked, and tan (in Snookie speak). What was wrong with me that I just couldn't stay interested in these great guys!?

Oh yeah... I was GAY! Finally in college the lightbulb hit me. It took me actually catching myself saying out loud, "Damn, that girl is hot." My mouth hit the ground in disbelief of what I had just said. Once I accepted to myself that I was attracted to women I did a little soul searching and learned a lot about who I really was. I was not the same girl that society had packaged into a box; I was my own unique individual with likes and attractions to things that maybe my best friends didn't like, but that was ok!

I don't really talk to the people I went to high school with anymore. I am open about my sexuality, which was definitely a shock to everyone in my town. I think I was the last person they expected to be gay. It's not that they have ostracized me, but more so that I have moved on from their narrow mindset. I know that some of them are supportive of my life style and some are not. Either way, I do not need their approval to live my life and be happy. I have an amazing group of friends now who love me for who I am. I did eventually come out to my parents, who took it pretty hard. They love me very much and are trying their best to deal with it. I give them a lot of credit and I think they are amazing. I am in a 3 year relationship with the most beautiful, amazing girl ever and someday we hope to get married. My parents actually really like my girlfriend and they are very sweet to her, although they don't exactly approve of our relationship. I am also in graduate school and being successful in my research.

I would also like to say that, although I lost my faith for awhile while trying to figure everything out, I have regained a relationship with God that is stronger than before. I realized that it was the radical religious people judging me, not my own God. He made me just the way that I am and He loves me and has blessed me in so many ways. It is so sad when I see people who condemn homosexuals in the name of God, when they clearly have it all ass backwards. They should be promoting love and acceptance, which is the entire theme of the Bible. It's unfair to take a few verses that were mistranslated and take them out of context. The Bible is in no way a weapon. I am not attempting to push my faith onto anyone, but if you're interested in my take on things, I believe that religion and faith are two completely separate things that are often confused. I do not affiliate with a religion, because I think that religion can also be used to condemn others. I do have faith and it is growing all the time. If by chance you happen to be in the same boat I was, where you could not reconcile your faith with your sexuality, I hope you take these words to heart because God is not condemning you. Love is all that matters in this world and loving someone is certainly not a sin. Sorry if that sounded preachy but I think a lot of people are angry at God because of mistakes that man has made. It's important to clarify that you shouldn't blame God for the ignorance of humans. Ok, just one last rant. Just like you don't want Christians judging you because you are gay, don't judge others just because they are Christian. Not all Christians want to condemn you.

On a completely different and final note, I think I might write a book someday. I have so many hilarious stories to share about my self discovery and coming out. Unfortunately, I think this blog is getting a little too long to tell them all :) I would be happy if my story helps at least one person be more comfortable with who they are. Good luck to everyone on their own journey in life. <3>

A Gay in the Life of a Blogger

Who I am and why I'm doing this.

Two weeks ago I posted my first blog entry, a request for readers to submit their personal reflections on what it’s like to be gay (or lesbian or bi or trans or questioning) and on whether there’s anything else they use to define themselves besides their sexual orientation. Despite my efforts to promote the Gay in the Life Project on Facebook and Twitter, I haven’t received any submissions. But I haven’t given up, since despite the lack of submissions, I do have one story to post, and that’s my own. I hope more will follow.

As a college student at a liberal New England university, I’ve been told over and over to find my voice, to express myself, and to make a difference in the world. For someone who arrived freshman year still in the closet, this was easier said than done. But my story is not a coming out story. I mean, I did come out soon after getting to college, and that was significant in itself, but it’s what followed coming out that was the best part: being able to speak openly, finding that voice I’d heard so much about.

I don’t know if it’s this way for everyone before they come out, but being in the closet made me feel like I was between two places, but not really in either one. I felt isolated from my family and my friends, gay and straight, because of that lack of honesty, and I felt like I was missing out on the things that out gays got to do that I couldn’t, or wouldn’t let myself.

So when I came out, it was like I finally got where I was supposed to be. I could be honest and frank about who I was with all my loved ones, and I got the opportunity to make a host of new friends on new terms. That to me was the best result of coming out: the sense of belonging to a new community, being a part of its heritage, pride, and even struggles. I’d obsessed over being gay long enough, but now I could exert that energy more positively since I was part of something bigger. How fortunate that I came out in college, where there is no shortage of opportunities to get involved with service and activism.

And if college is a great place to be gay, then the new millennium is a great time to be gay. I know today’s world is pretty crazy and that it seems pretty bleak with the economy tanking, the ozone layer shrinking, and a bunch of people with bombs trying to beat each other to the punch, but for some reason all the talk about the Good Old Days when America was on top and everybody had a job just doesn’t jive with me. After all, those were also the days in which separating your colors from your whites was more than just good laundry advice. Back then, homosexuality was barely talked about except as a joke, and gays themselves were forced to lives of fear and depression in their closets.

Today, you can do things like join a gay social network or talk openly about your feelings. Hell, you can even start a gay blog for crying out loud! But for all this openness, there’s still a great deal to be done, and I’m not just talking politically. The stereotypes and prejudices are still out there, but the more we examine them the better we can resolve them. Furthermore, the taboos surrounding LGBTQ issues still mean you can’t always express yourself as openly as you’d like, or that you’re still painted in a certain way that you might not agree with.

These are all things that I honestly feel about the LGBTQ community in our time, and that’s what led me to start this blog. Let’s share our stories as LGBTQ people and put human faces to the labels. If people fixate on your being gay, tell us who else you are. Or maybe you can’t always express your orientation as you’d like to. In that case, tell us what it’s like to be in that situation and how being gay affects you. Be honest, be frank, be you. I feel that we only stand to gain from this. In addition to showing the world who we are, we may discover things about ourselves by reading the stories of others and hearing what they have to say about ours. Each one of us has a story worth sharing, so let’s begin today.

If you would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your fist name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. Include a title that begins, "A Gay (Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Questioning) in the Life of..." All contact information will remain private and confidential.

Welcome to the Gay in the Life Project

As a gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered, or questioning person, do you ever feel that those around you get hung up on the stereotypes surrounding your social group and miss all of the other unique qualities that make you who you are? You’re not alone.

Or maybe you feel that people tend to ignore that part of your life, perhaps because it makes them uncomfortable, and to undermine how important it is to you and how it has shaped you. Again, you’re not the only one.

I know that many members of the LGBTQ community feel this way, and I’m fascinated by the way that society at large can look at us and either fixate on our sexuality or ignore it completely. Either way, they miss out on huge parts of who we are as individuals, without giving us a chance to decide how we want to be seen and to express what we consider important about ourselves. Well here, you can.

I invite you to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, a new forum where LGBTQ individuals can share what makes their experience in society unique. You can be one of the first to take part by emailing me your story as a gay (or lesbian or bisexual or transgendered or questioning) person in the world. I’ll post stories I receive on this blog, created solely for the purpose of sharing them, so that readers can get a glimpse of how being gay affects your daily life in any of the roles that you play.

Gay in the Life of a Football Captain? Lesbian in the Life of a Head Cheerleader? Bisexual in the Life of a Single Parent? Tansperson in the Life of a Teacher? Questioning in the Life of a Husband?

Or maybe it’s more abstract: Gay in the Life of a Computer Nerd? A Hopeless Romantic? A Rural Nebraskan?

Whatever your story is, it’s worth sharing. Maybe being gay has given you a totally unique take on the world, and that’s valuable in itself. But more likely, you’re not the only one who’s had this kind of experience. Others share the same worries and frustrations. Maybe your story will give them hope, or maybe they can offer you the comfort and support you need. What have you got to lose?

So email me your story now at gay.in.the.life@gmail.com. Give it a title like the ones above, and include your first name or the name you wish to be posted under, your age, location, and anything else you’d like me to include by way of introduction. Identities and contact information will be totally confidential. Your stories can be as long or as short as you need them to be. Just say what you need to say! My goal is to collect stories and begin posting them by late May or early June, so stay tuned and thank you for helping to get this exciting project off the ground!