I was fortunate to learn earlier than most in Utah that the idea that homosexuality is a choice or results from bad choices, character defects, or Satanic influence is cruel and untrue. This was because my best friend whom I … Read the rest here
This week has been an absolute whirlwind of emotions. On Monday, August 23, my husband and I headed to Mount Lemmon to do a photoshoot with some local photographers. We had so much fun in the tall pine trees that … Read the rest here
There are moments in my life that I will always remember. Moments that change me. Moments that I never want to forget.
This is one of them.
Color the Campus was created by my son Brad. Its mission is to … Read the rest here
I am gay. I have known this intimate detail about myself since I was 8 years old, probably even earlier than that. I have spent the majority of my life fighting, suppressing and resisting these feelings. Over the past year, … Read the rest here
I knew, I always knew. When I was five or six I was already paying attention to the male back-up dancers and never the half naked main lady dancer, Iris ChacĂłn, during her TV show that came on every Sunday … Read the rest here
Lo supe, siempre lo supe. Cuando tenĂa cinco o seis aĂąos ya estaba prestando atenciĂłn a los bailarines masculinos y nunca a la bailarina principal medio desnuda, Iris Chacon, durante su programa de televisiĂłn que se transmitĂa en la televisiĂłn … Read the rest here
June is the traditional month chosen to celebrate Pride. The origins of Pride began in New York with a protest at Stonewallâan event that changed gay rights and LGBTQ+ visibility for people in America and beyond.
Pride is about people … Read the rest here
âI am disgusted by your Facebook photos. That trash shouldnât be in my face! Those kids deserve a mother and a father not two homos pretending to love them.â
Having a public presence on social media isnât the easiest path … Read the rest here
As a young teenager, I wasnât aware that I was a lesbian. It was not a topic discussed almost at all back then and I had no words or frame of reference for my personal experiences.
What I knew was … Read the rest here
Do any of you remember what it was like to be afraid? Afraid that others would look at you and know you are different? Afraid that they would hear your voice and know that you were different? Afraid to wear … Read the rest here
