Life

     Hello my name is Sarah Waters and I want to tell you my coming out story. Well here it goes, "I was 15 years old and I was in a bad car accident. My grandfather was killed and I was badly hurt. Well my grandfather had told me that morning he knew what […]

  (above, center, me in 1981 – above, far right, current picture) I graduated high school in 1980, in Chugiak, Alaska. Early the next year, I moved back to California. Soon afterwards, things changed dramatically for me. I met someone and began a relationship, moving in with him and his roommate in a house in

You are invited to our Charter Party April 17, 2010 at the Visalia   Convention Center’s San Joaquin Room 303 E. Acequia Ave. , Visalia , CA No Host Social Hour 5:30 pm  Dinner 6:30 pm Ceremony 7:30 pm Dancing 9:00 pm – Midnight  Dinner Attire Suggested Raffle prizes throughout the evening Dinner Entertainment by Ms.

If I were to type it in it wouldn’t be that bad. I mean I can just erase the history. But what if mom comes home early? It doesn’t matter; she won’t be home until like four. That gives me a hour and a half. I can just look at a couple of bad pictures

My friends in Upward Educate, a college preparation program, have been the most accepting of my homosexuality. In the following essay I describe the importance of being honest about my sexual orientation. I provide a short story that applies this imperative truth when I was at an Upward Educate convention. The parts are labeled. Essay

  Oh, that’s why he looked so miserable all the time…he beat himself with a belt. Wouldn’t it have been easier just to head to a Bear Bar? I’m sure there are plenty of people who would have lined up to whack this mental patient…and their belts are often studded…oooohhhhh…hope he remembers his safe word…

  Now they’re pulling dictionaries out of schools because a kid might stumble across a sexual term. And not because of an uprising from parents, but a complaint from ONE PARENT. And the books were pulled without consulting the school board. Just for the record, folks, there’s no such thing as a bad word. It

In Florida, a Marine Reservist attacked a Greek Orthodox Priest who stopped to ask for directions. Oh, and he used a tire iron, and chased the priest several blocks. Oh, and he claimed at first the priest was a terrorist, then changed his story to say the priest "hit on him" and therefore his defense

From the New York Times: Austin didn’t know what to wear to his first gay dance last spring. It was bad enough that the gangly 13-year-old from Sand Springs, Okla., had to go without his boyfriend at the time, a 14-year-old star athlete at another middle school, but there were also laundry issues. “I don’t