I wonder now why it came as such a shock to me that friends would get married, that wild nights out would become sleepless ones at home with a baby. By Claire Lynch
LGBT
In the summer, I put my sunbaked arm down next to his hoping he will notice it’s not so different. By Adrienne Sciutto
I saw him as I thought he was, an elegant young man for whom I could buy something expressly male. How wrong I was. By Penny Wolfson
I told Mama to stop taking me to doctors when I was twelve. I didn’t want to be a burden. By SaraGrace Griffin
I was a singer. She was a groupie. We decided to have a baby together. By Stewart Lewis
There’s so much against you: the world’s cruel prejudices, its judgment.
By April Vázquez
Being an advocate for a cause in general is quite a separate thing from letting your own kid be different.
By Kimberley Moran
He’s passing as a boy now—as long as he binds his breasts.
By Katrin Grace
If my partner and I had been straight we might have all nodded to each other in recognition, but because we are queer, our difference is what stands out.
By Jennifer Berney