Being a transman within the lesbian community

By Eli Strong When I came out as transgender man in 2005, I was prepared for discrimination, misunderstanding, and even the prospect of losing my family. What I wasn’t prepared for was the lack of respect and outright anger from many of the lesbians I knew.

Coming out as a retiree

By Diane Rosen You know the routine. You're meeting people for the first time. You say hi and nod. And then, the beautiful stranger who you just met asks you The Question: "What do you do?"

Catering to women is wonderful, but a cold shoulder hurts

By R. Scott Wallis I’ve lived in the Washington, D.C., metro area for 19 years. In that time, I’ve watched as the landscape has changed. When I arrived, just out of college, I was a wide-eyed, horny young thing, ready to take on the world. But I wasn’t yet a regular in the bar scene. Instead, I played primarily with my straight friends. I was always out and proud, but I was afraid to mix and mingle with my own kind. I guess I felt more secure in my sheltered world (of mostly Republicans!) where I wouldn’t be pressured to do things I didn’t want to do. After a handful of very bad sexual experiences in college, it was understandable that I’d be a little apprehensive.