Homophobia Stories

When I wake up on Sunday morning, Liam isn't next to me in bed. I check the time, and it's not even seven. I guess he didn't come back home last night. After what we spoke about yesterday, I had been given the impression that currently there is no-one else. Maybe I should have asked him outright about it. I know I told Liam I wasn't jealous last week, but that was before I began developing feelings for him. Still, I've de...

Growing up, being a member of the Orange Order didn’t seem like that big a thing. It was just what you did. My Dad was a member, my older brother was a member, my Uncle Ian was a member. It was just a laugh, a march with your friends and relations, bands, music, flags. That all changed the summer I hit eighteen. There were three of us in my circle of friends. I kinda saw us as the ‘Three Amigos’, with me being the Steve M...