Author Ryan Lee

I got a new kitty last week, and if this one dies in less than five years I’ll know for sure I’m not meant to be a pet owner. The sadness I felt when my first cat suddenly died when he was four was surpassed by...

American society tried to convince me to hate my father based on a century-old lie, and it might have succeeded had I not learned more about who my mother was and remains. My parents’ romance began in 1977, a f...

LGBTQ Americans might want to start bracing ourselves for the possibility that our most significant contribution to this young century might not be an athlete coming out, a trans-themed show winning an Emmy or ...

South Fulton city councilmember Khalid Kamau tried to show some southern pride during a recent trip to New York City, but some folks in his hometown responded by suggesting he might be a pedophile. More troubli...

I went on a cruise around Italy, Greece, and Croatia last week, and was the only gay passenger aboard the ship (officially). There was supposed to be a cocktail mixer for LGBTQ cruisers one evening, but no one w...

The last few months have felt like my bicycle gave me an STD. The discomfort and embarrassment I’ve experienced periodically since April has reminded me of some of the riskier eras of my life. I would go to a f...

Pete Buttigieg’s nerdiness may be a bigger liability than his sexual orientation as he attempts to become the first openly gay president of the United States. As admirable as his mind, words and biography are, ...

The fiftieth anniversary of the Stonewall Riots offered many promising LGBTQ milestones and ended with a test of how far we’ve truly come. There was so much goodwill on display throughout this year’s Pride seas...

The marketing of LGBTQ Pride has become so strong that soon we won’t make it through Easter or Mother’s Day before stores erect rainbow-themed displays. While there’s a tinge of progress in Target having kiosks...

I attended my first writers’ conference this weekend and was surprised by how similar it felt to a trip to the bathhouse, just with more small talk. About a hundred aspiring novelists were at an airport hotel t...