Michelle Klucsor, 19, of San Jose, California

By Jeff Walsh

Michelle Klucsor didn't have any stress going to her first gay youth group meeting -- at the time, she thought she was straight.

The now 19-year-old college sophomore says she first went to a San Jose, CA youth group when her friend asked her to go with her for support.

But it was more difficult when Michelle finally decided to go for herself. "The first time I went on my own, it was still pretty scary," she said. "I got there early and I was nervous, but the people there were really friendly.

Harvey New Year

With a new album in stores and a movie on the way, everyone can get a dose of gay America's sweetheart

By Jeff Walsh

Harvey Fierstein has earned three Tony Awards for "Torch Song Trilogy" and his written version of "La Cage Aux Folles." His starring performance in the movie version of "Torch Song Trilogy" has helped hundreds of thousands of people accept their own sexuality and the sexuality of other family members. And younger audiences are sure to remember his hilarious role as Robin Williams' gay brother in "Mrs. Doubtfire."

Pansy Division

By Jeff Walsh

In February, queer punk fans will get another peek into Jon Ginoli's bedroom as Pansy Division releases its third album.

As was the case with their two previous albums, Ginoli is still single, still frustrated with the gay community and still writing great music for everyone else in the same situation.

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Super Duck's picture

Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great.

I definitely wish I had ended my speech with that, haha.

So, I graduated! Everything went surprisingly well. (The hat and I were absolutely not friends, though. It messed up my hair so much.) Giving the salutatory speech was beyond nervewracking, though. When I got onstage and looked out into the audience, for some reason, I thought this girl in the very back was FCG, so it freaked me out big time. I later discovered that the girl was not, in fact, FCG, but I couldn't tell that from the stage. (It was possible that she could've been there. She's apparently still friends with IG.) Despite my nerves, I actually gave the speech with minimal problems. I messed up once because I started reading the wrong line, but it was only a little mistake, so it wasn't that big a deal. And I didn't trip going up the steps or walking across the stage!

A lot of the other girls cried, but I didn't. I'm so glad to get out of there. I can't even begin to put the feeling into words.

MaddieJoy's picture

light at the end of the tunnel

We've had another spat over high school. I want to take Italian and move back to Italy to home school, and spend my days wandering those deliciously silent streets of Venice. But Mom purses her lips and says that she won't "narrow my horizons" like that, that I'll get a better degree if I stay here. She says I have to see the "light at the end of the tunnel." I can see a light alright, but I might have to walk into it before the four years are up. She keeps talking about rights of passage and persevering. I just don't know if I can survive this.

poetic_star's picture

Matthew in the Sky

*I've been reading Judy Shepard's book "The Meaning of Matthew" about her son who was murdered in 1998. I wanted to write a poem about who Matthew was as a person, not just the headline story. The title was taken from Lady Gaga's cover of "Imagine" by John Lennon.*

The state melted into a pool
of cerulean in your eyes,
Wyoming tinted your hair
a cowboy prairie blond and
stained your boyish lips
with a wanderlust grin.
Matthew, you've grown
older by now but some
things never change like how
the Curious Unknown
still sparkles in your dreams,
the sticker lights of Laramie.

anarchist's picture

Can somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?

A few days ago I went with my father to pick up some speakers he had bought, and I fell asleep in the car on the way home. When I went to get out the door I saw a crane fly right next to where my face was, at most a couple of inches away. The next day I was walking my dog and the same crane fly flew right in front of me. The day after that (yesterday) it was in my room, flying around me. And just now it was outside my window, trying to get in my room. What the fuck is this?

Mogul's picture

Living in hell.

This month has been mostly a hell, the first week of it I was really depressed and my parents made things worse, I tried to kill myself twice, I made more cuts and my birthday really sucked, I spent all day holding tears at school, faking smiles and lying to my parents saying to them that I had a good day and that I was really tired, I actually cried all night at home and thought a lot of suicide and why I had failed last time (2 days before); some times I get some little euphoric or maniac episodes and after they're gone I feel worse.

radiosilence95's picture

And Thus Ends a Four-Year Excursion Into Adolescence

I am officially done with high school as of tomorrow. It's honestly kinda hard to wrap my head around that fact. But it's over now. I survived what many consider to be the most socially awkward, horrifically embarrassing phase of human life.

Agona_d's picture

Can some one help?

So I have these two friends and the both of them are like really good friends of mine.

Friend K is my trusted friend who I trust above everyone else. We don't get to hangout very often but I know that I can call her whenever I need to for advise or anything else. She was the first person I came out to in college and she took me clothes shopping in the women's section for the first time, and I just feel like she'll always be there for me if I need support.


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