You’ve done it. You’ve made contact, you’ve flirted and shown your charm, and you’ve reached that first finish line: getting a date with the girl of your choice.
But now the butterflies are mixing with the …

Missed the first part? Remedy that situation.
Cyberstalker began to send me messages that explained how good a girlfriend she was, that she never cheated, that she had loads of money and a Porsche and would …

I’m amused by the vast array of comments that people leave on Facebook pages.  The amount of time we sit there having conversations with people through another person’s page is obscene, or how about those …

In the world of dating, relationships come and go. Until you find that one person with whom you’re meant to be for the rest of your life, you’re going to get into relationships that will …

I have so much to say to you and so many questions to ask.  If I happen to ramble on, it’s only because my head is overflowing with words I’ve been holding in for so …

My first real girl crush. I was in college at the time, second semester Sophomore year to be exact. I was 20. I had had crushes on girls before, but this was different. This woman …

I feel like everyone says this, but I think I always knew I was a lesbian.
I remember in second grade having these irrational crushes on my babysitters, coaches, friends … whomever. I never acted on …

I friended her first. We had about ten or eleven Facebook friends in common, and her current profile picture resembled the friendly Deko bartender (whose name I didn’t know) for whom I was searching in the …

…and other tales of childhood neglect.

Part 2.
My sister and I were not close when we were younger. When I say “not close,” I mean it in the way the Israelis and Palestinians are “not close.”  …

I’m not one to share my personal problems to an audience I’m not familiar with, but something happened yesterday that has me completely devastated. I wrote a blog a couple weeks ago that mentioned the …

The morning light of a winter Sunday is just starting to filter in through the vine-patterned curtains of the bedroom. It catches on the glass alarm clock set to the left-hand side of the bed. …

You know I’d have to cover this one eventually. And, please, we’re looking for more coming out stories from you, our readers, so do send me an email with yours. The more details, the better. …