Tully Satre

Walking on a lonely D.C. street, our teenage diarist has an epiphany: Marriage doesn't matter.

A year fighting for equality has left our high school diarist with lousy grades and an e-mail box full of anger from bisexuals who misunderstood his last posting. Don't we have better ways to expend our energy?

If only the wealthiest gays have any real say in the equality movement, what's a poor 17-year-old artist and activist to do?

Our high school diarist recalls his unceremonious ejection from his church just as he was ready for confirmation--excommunication without ritual. It shook his faith in the church, but not in God.

With hundreds of millions of dollars to spend, right-wing so-called "family" groups ought to be helping LGBT youth instead of alienating them from their conservative parents.

Pride month marks one year since our diarist launched his activist group in Virginia, and the opportunities activism has opened for him have made him proud to be an American.

Pride month marks one year since our diarist launched his activist group in Virginia, and the opportunities activism has opened for him have made him proud to be an American.

Our diarist participates in a panel at a Human Rights Campaign event and confronts the question: Is the LGBT community really as good at diversity as we assume it is?

Pride month is upon us, which means more images than ever of white, shirtless, ripped young men. This white young gay male has had quite enough.

What does it mean to be out? It's one thing to be interviewed by the local and national press as a publicly gay person. It's quite another to be face-to-face with one near stranger who makes the wrong assumptions about your life.

Passing out fliers for his Virginia LGBT activist group at a local street festival, our teen diarist is met with rejection and outright hostility--but he does manage to get through to one individual.

A week of harsh encounters with intolerant Christians leaves our teen diarist disappointed, worried, and yet confident: If true Christianity is defined by love, then he remains a good Christian, whatever others might say.

On the first summery day of the year, our teen diarist goes to buy a soda and finds a wealth of stereotypes washing over him. Is it something he wore?