Identity

Love in Action: Naturing Bonds Vs. Empty Words
The Reality of Love: A Deeper Look ❤️ Love is a universal emotion that everyone experiences at some point in their lives. It’s a feeling that brings joy, connection, and meaning to our existence. But love is not always as simple as it seems. The phrase, “Pyar toh sab karte hai, koi nibhaata hai aur koi bas use kar lete hai!” (Everyone loves, but some nurture it while others just use it), captures a profound truth about the different ways people approach love. Let’s explore what this really means and how it reflects the reality of relationships. 💔➡️❤️
By Ramesh Mahato about a year ago in Pride
FUTURE
F U T U R E The word of the year for me is future. It’s more than just a word—it’s my driving force, my inspiration, and my motivation to work toward the goals I’ve set for myself. The future is the only direction that matters now. After years of struggling under the weight of bad advice, false promises, self-sacrifice, and global crises, I have finally chosen to claim a future for myself. This is the first time in over a decade that I am allowing myself to believe in, build, and fight for my own personal future.
By Christian Bassabout a year ago in Pride
Left Behind in the Schoolyard
In school, learning and countless hours of fear, grades and assessments, behavior, diligence, skill. Even the body was shaped—
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Pride
LOVE > HATE. Top Story - February 2025.
you can take my money you can take my aid you can bankrupt me you can even throw shade but you can't take my mind, my soul,
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Pride
Trump Vs Wokeness
Recent news reports that Trump initiated an abrupt halt on federal grants and loans. According to press secretary, Karolin Leavitt, the reason for the attempted halt was because the administration was trying to be "good stewards" of public money by making sure that there was "no more funding for transgenderism and wokeness" however a federal judge, Judge Loren L. AliKhan for the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia issued a stay against a White House directive that ordered a spending freeze on federal assistance.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Pride
Baseball Is for Everyone . Top Story - January 2025.
I've received some positive reactions to a previous story I've recently written about the reasons why I, a gay man, loves baseball. I'll have a link to that story down below. I'm hyped up about Spring Training and the regular season.
By Mark Wesley Pritchard about a year ago in Pride
The Nasty Gender Identity Question
January 26, 2024. We are less than a week into Trump America and have witnessed a significant number of changes to our country and way of life. Trump completes one of his campaign promises to attack the most vulnerable and marginalized group in America: the LGBTQ+ community by signing his executive order claiming there are only two genders, the one assigned at birth. This gender is unchangeable. However, how is someone’s gender identity a threat to our country?
By Iris Harrisabout a year ago in Pride
Selene & Eos
Matching souls of light, apart for so long, now perhaps found? I am Selene, moon, brightened by darkness surrounding I hope, pray … You are the dawn to bring light to me, my Eos
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Pride
Reasons Why a Gay Man Loves Baseball
A gay man who loves baseball? No way! Yes, it's true. There are gay people who love America's past time. Don't believe me? Search #gaybaseballfan and you'll see a plethora of photos of people like me showing love for our respective teams. Not only that, but they're fans of their respective teams. 29 out of the 30 MLB teams celebrate Pride Night at their ballparks. The only one who has yet to do this is my beloved Texas Rangers. I've talked about them being homophobic and not having a Pride Night in a story last year, which I'll link down below. More recently, I had to call out Los Angeles Dodgers player Clayton Kershaw for bigoted and homophobic comments he made in an interview back in 2023. I didn't hold back in putting him in his place. I'll also have a link to that story down below. Let's just say that I let him know about myself and why I'll never look at him the same way again.
By Mark Wesley Pritchard about a year ago in Pride
Exploring the Wonders of Indian Culture
Indian culture is one of the most colorful and dynamic cultures in the world. With a history that goes back thousands of years, it has been shaped by various civilizations, traditions, and beliefs. Imagine it as a beautiful mosaic, where every piece represents art, spirituality, festivals, and values that bring the past and present together.
By uday bijuram taleabout a year ago in Pride
Storm Cat
Introduction Each time I go to Preston I try to visit Storm Cat. They provided inspiration for a Halloween poem of mine where their repurposed children's castle that you can see below.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Pride
Forbidden love . AI-Generated.
The flickering gas lamp cast long, dancing shadows across the dusty tavern floor. Inside, laughter and the clatter of mugs mingled with the strumming of a lone guitar. But for Elara, the vibrant atmosphere was a cage. Her gaze was fixed on the doorway, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. He would come. He always did. Liam. A whirlwind of laughter, dark hair, and eyes that held the color of a stormy sea. A forbidden love, a whispered secret in the shadows of a town steeped in tradition. Elara, the blacksmith's daughter, and Liam, the son of the esteemed Lord Harrington, were two stars destined to never align. Their love story was a clandestine affair, born amidst stolen glances and whispered promises under the cloak of night. They met in the forbidden woods, a haven of whispering pines and dappled sunlight, where their souls found solace in each other's arms. But their happiness was a fragile butterfly, its wings constantly threatened by the icy gaze of societal disapproval. Lord Harrington, a man of rigid principles and unwavering social standing, would never condone such a union. Elara, with her calloused hands and the scent of iron clinging to her clothes, was beneath his notice. Tonight, however, fate seemed to conspire against them. A hushed voice broke the spell of their stolen moments. "Liam, your father awaits you in the study." Liam's face, usually alight with a mischievous grin, fell. He looked at Elara, his eyes filled with a desperate longing. "I must go," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "But I'll find you tomorrow. In the woods, as always." Elara nodded, her heart aching with a familiar ache. "Be careful," she breathed, her fingers tracing the lines on his face, memorizing every detail. Liam leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a fleeting, passionate kiss. The taste of ale and the scent of pine needles lingered on her tongue, a bittersweet reminder of their forbidden love. As he disappeared into the shadows, Elara felt a chilling dread creep into her bones. Something felt different tonight. A sense of impending doom hung heavy in the air, a dark shadow threatening to extinguish the fragile flame of their love. The next morning, the town was abuzz with whispers. Lord Harrington, his face grim and his eyes burning with fury, had announced Liam's betrothal to Lady Eleanor, the daughter of the Earl of Blackwood. A strategic alliance, a union that would solidify the Harrington family's standing in the social hierarchy. Elara, her heart shattering into a million pieces, wandered through the woods, the vibrant green of the leaves a cruel mockery of her despair. Liam's promise, their stolen haven, now felt like a cruel betrayal. Days turned into weeks, and the pain of loss gnawed at her. She found solace in the rhythmic pounding of the hammer against the anvil, the raw physicality of her work a welcome distraction from the torment in her heart. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the blacksmith's forge, a figure emerged from the deepening twilight. It was Liam. His face was pale, his eyes haunted. "I… I couldn't do it," he confessed, his voice trembling. "I couldn't marry her. I love you, Elara. Always have, always will." Elara, her breath catching in her throat, stared at him, disbelief warring with a surge of joy. "But my father…" Liam began, his voice trailing off. "We'll find a way," Elara declared, her voice filled with a newfound strength. "We'll leave this town, Liam. We'll find a place where our love can finally bloom." Liam's eyes, once clouded with despair, now sparkled with hope. He took her hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. "Together," he vowed, "we'll defy them all." As they walked hand-in-hand into the deepening twilight, Elara knew that their journey would not be easy. They would face obstacles, endure hardships. But for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the future held not despair, but the promise of a love that would finally be free.
By D Jiseroabout a year ago in Pride