We don't create a lot of opportunities in our lives to share the things that shape us. The stories from the anonymous contributors below are the proof.
She was kind and understanding, assured me we would get through this together, and told me I'd soon be more comfortable in my own skin. She understood that this is who I am, which filled me with optimism. I had finally found someone on my side that understood what I was going through.
I first heard the phrase "Dark Room" around 2005. A heinous Greek talk show host had invited a gay couple living abroad to talk about the wicked lifestyle of being gay. Amazingly, the pair kept the conversation light and safe for an afternoon program despite being incredibly transparent...
I grew up in Zimbabwe in a family of three boys, and I am the last one. For this story, I will be Patrick. This is the name I often use online as a nickname. Where can I start this complicated story I never found anyone to tell from?
I don't consider myself a poet. I've barely ever shown any interest in poetry, although here and there, some poems felt very close to me. Recently, I found myself amid a digital flirt, the task was simple, make words rhyme before the sun sets, I had...
A lot has happened since the last time I've written on Questionmark. Not only in my personal life but in the world as well. I wanted to write an article about once a week, but, unfortunately, there was no time. And from all the things challenging this world...
Just a few days before my program started, I received a letter from the bank. They were notifying me that they were not in a position to offer me a loan as it requires life insurance, and life insurance couldn't be issued for HIV positive people. The news broke me.
