Gay Voices

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A Coming out Story of Abandonment, a Prodigal Son Finds His Family.

I came out of the closet in 1992 in Indianapolis In. I had an abusive father, a subservient mother and was kicked out of the house. I had already told my mother and siblings a...

Can I Let This Straight Man Be My Sugar Daddy for a Weekend?

After going through a rough patch, Sebastian receives an invitation for an out-of-town adventure with a straight friend from college that initially seems too good to be true. I...

The Stations of My Gay Divorce

On the day my divorce was finalized, I accidentally ended up in the neighborhood where I took so many of the steps which led me to that moment. As I shared in an earlier column...

The Bitter Truth…..Of How to Be Authentic

I planned to commit suicide last Wednesday by driving my car into an oncoming 18 wheeler. The driver of the truck would most likely survive, but I figured I would die quick and...

Lesbian Moms, Sperm Donors, and the Myth of the Essential Father

For as long as I can remember, I have known that I was the child of a sperm donor. At age two, my two loving mothers explained that our family was different from the norm-that my...

Steam Room Sex: Yea or Nay?

I see a lot of gay men making fun of a story about a guy suing Equinox for not enforcing it’s supposed “zero-tolerance” policy about inappropriate behavior, in...

I Kissed Him in the Parking Lot, and I’ll ‘Never Be the Same’

I first heard Camila Cabello’s song “Never Be the Same” while scrolling through my Facebook feed. I was taking a break from my graduate thesis project. The project has been...

Once Upon a Time in 1990s New York City

As spring finally teases us hello with the first warm weather, I can’t help but look forward to summer, a subject that invariably gets me thinking of my 20s in New York. I’m...

Do I Have the Right to Mourn My Friend’s Father as Though He Were My Own?

He was like a father to me, but when we lost him, I had to ask myself whether I had the right to be so sad. Last spring, as my fellow Portlanders were shaking off the slow drizzle...

A Gay Man Wonders, “When Will They Stop Calling Me a Boy?”

As a shorter guy, I accepted it would take longer to be called “a man.” At first, I thought it would definitely happen by 30. Nope. Well after that, I had certain friends who...

Did I Really Give My Ex-Husband the Best Years of My Life?

It’s an oft-repeated phrase. It’s so ingrained into the culture of relationships and breakups, that it’s become a cliché. I remember when I first heard one of the...

Unsaid: Mathew Morris

When I first met Mathew Morris, his flamboyant perfume hit my nose. It smelled like a luxury brand product, with an offensive sweetness and a slight hint of tobacco. I came to...