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I'd Rather Play the Harp
Most of my fellow Aces would tell you that they'd rather have cake than have sex, but since weight is an issue for me, I'd rather play the harp. You wouldn't think that my personal preference to abstain would be a matter of any concern to the world at large, but, OH, IT IS!!!
By Gentle JoJo Fletcher4 years ago in Pride
As a Closeted Bisexual, the Gay Jokes About Shawn Mendes Feel Personal. Top Story - January 2022.
On November 17, Shawn Mendes and Camilla Cabello broke the internet when they announced their break up after over two years of dating. As suspected, many took the opportunity to unleash the monster Shawn has been running from his entire career: the speculations about his sexuality.
By C.R. Hughes4 years ago in Pride
The Dangers of Non-Transgender Affirming Health Care: A Microcosm of a Culturally Incompetent System
NOTE: The following information will be updated as more information presents itself. Additionally, the text below utilizes a slur that has been reclaimed by the LGBTQ+ community. With this publication, it my intention to elucidate the conversation of transgender welfare and the painful realities that persist within today's medical and political climates.
By Jalia Maléy Brodie4 years ago in Pride
Brown People Do Not Care What Your Color Is
"So what are you again? You're like, black and white right?" I was raised in an interracial home. My mom is a combination of ethnic blends ranging from middle eastern to African American and my father was Finnish and Dutch (plain ol' Caucasian).
By Chandi Peardon4 years ago in Pride
Sri Lankan Dances
Sri Lanka is famous for its various classical and traditional dance traditions, which are brought to life by colorful costumes and rhythmic music. Looking back, the concept of Sri Lankan dance may be traced all the way back to the 4th century BCE. The fundamental goal of these Sri Lankan dances was to ward off natural disasters and illness.
By Sandali Tharuka4 years ago in Pride
The Bed That Broke Us
How great life can be to the unknowing, or better yet the knowing and unwilling. In the world of a mind unwilling to grasp the reality at hand, anything can be. Happiness is nothing more than the outfit chosen to wear on any said day. On this day the chosen outfit was a wife’s adult women soccer uniform. Like any other Saturday morning scrimmage, Lonnie got ready to leave her best on the field. Like any other Saturday morning scrimmage, Lonnie’s husband would arrive 30 minutes after the game started due to work. Unlike any other Saturday morning, their worlds would slowly start to unravel and happiness wouldn’t appear as easy as they had made it seem.
By Candice Leigh4 years ago in Pride
The Undercover Patriot
It was time to board the oversized bus. I said my final goodbyes to the small town of Eureka, Kansas. The CoachWay express was taking me to my new home, or should I say my new life. As I climbed the giant steps that lead to the inside of the vehicle I glanced at the driver, he looked rundown like he just ran a marathon or something. He starred forward the entire time as if he was caught in a trance. He didn't look healthy enough to drive at all. I hope it was just me being paranoid. Maybe he recently woke up and the caffein hasn't kicked in yet. I continued on my way to find my seat assignment. I strolled pass the other seats, gazing at the seat numbers and looking ahead to see if anyone was sitting in my row yet. There was another soldier already there sitting in J-25 B, my seat was J-25 A. He had a tempestuous look on his face like someone was making him enlist. Or maybe he just got some bad news from a girlfriend who broke up with him because she doesn't want to do the long-distance thing. Maybe he is in pain, I don't know. I tend to over analyze things at times. I can't help it, it's just who I am. I don't believe I'm a pessimist but sometimes it seems like it. I am a happy person and full of life. I would give you the shirt off my back, for a lack of a better term.
By Lamar Wiggins4 years ago in Pride
Why I Don't Like the Pronoun Question
I have always had a contentious relationship with gender. When I was little, I was a boy. Every adult I encountered contradicted me, and I forgave them because I thought they were just confused by my long hair. Girls had long hair, and boy didn't. I thought that if I could just cut my hair short, they'd stop arguing with me. Adults wouldn't let me do it, though, because, they insisted, I didn't want to look like a boy. No, grown ups, that is exactly what I wanted. Obviously, or I wouldn't have requested it. I never had a very high opinion of adults when I was a child when they were clearly this thick in the head.
By Crysta Coburn4 years ago in Pride
The Anomaly
Harlan parked the truck in the lot located about a mile from the cabin. We were in the deep valleys north of Allentown, Pennsylvania, miles away from family, friends, and the Pastor who told me to maintain “self-control.” It was Harlan’s idea to come here; I knew no one would suspect our intentions. I just wanted one weekend where I could let go and be free for once. I reassured myself that it wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t going to go to Hell.
By Brandon Corrales4 years ago in Pride
To the Alter
Shuffle...puff...shuffle...shuffle...pop...pop...Eduardo was pacing back and forth in his room, waiting to be called to the altar. Today was the day, Roman and his wedding day. A day he never thought was going to be a reality given their upbringing in their small town. There were also the bullies, the drifting apart after high school and college, the bullies again at their high school reunion, a public embarrassment, and a nasty divroce. Everything in Eduardo’s life seemed like the odds were stacked against him and against Roman, but they prevalved and won. Won against their small town, won against the bullies, and won when Eduardo was close to losing Roman.
By Oswaldo Gomez Zamora4 years ago in Pride
The Lotus Requiem
“The Lotus Requiem” Good evening everybody, Welcome to my last post here at The Narrative Daily. I would like to start by thanking all of you brave souls who for the past 4 years have been constantly sharing your stories with me and the others. Your truths have inspired and strengthened everyone, and for that, there are no words that can express my gratitude.
By Alexandru Nornguard4 years ago in Pride
