Lgbtq Questions Novels & Stories

I say casually. “Are you fucking serious?” He says in shock, “So you’re telling me hundreds of years ago countries in Africa were far more accepting of LGBTQ people than they are now? What the fuck happened?” He asks incredulously. “White people,” I deadpan. “Ah, say no more. So the fights were never about your sexuality then.”

I think to myself, embarrassed and little uncomfortable about it. “Are you planning to get married in 5 years from now? Do you have children? Are you planning to have children? Is there a significant other in your life – spouse, partner, same sex marriage?”, the documents read. I blush as I read these highly intrusive questions. Mr. Locke’s eyes do not leave me for a minute. He studies me as if he studies a prey – I feel as if I do a single wrong thing that he will devour me on the spot.

"I just wished you could answer the question already. I mean, at this point, I already know the answer. You're my best friend, nothing is ever going to change that." God, what am I doing? My hand presses against my face as my knee jerks in anxiety. "Luther turned you gay?" "Nah, man. I think I've always been."

"Are you Gay?" "Don't give me that look, Colton. I only asked a question." He said as if what he asked was a normal thing and wouldn't upset anyone. Colton leaned back against the chair, folded his arms, with his eyes trained on Caleb. "What makes you think I'm gay?"

His eyes widen. "Are you serious?" He asks, sounding curious. "Yeah. It's been only a few years since I realised that I was one." I reply. "You know, I sounded so stupid back then. I follow you on Instagram, and I have seen so many of your pro-LGBTQ post. If I was thinking probably, that question would have never popped up in my head." He says, shaking his head in embarrassment. "It's alright boo," I reply.

“Relax.” Then he smirked. “I’m not gay.” Silence cracked into laughter. A few people clapped. I glanced down again. “Who even writes these questions?” Leo grinned. “Apparently someone very curious.” I muttered under my breath, “I’m getting fired for this.” He heard it. “Not on my watch.” I looked at him. He didn’t look away. “Next question?” he said. I flipped the page, still recovering. “Right. Yeah. Next…”

Craig was chattering away excitedly. “Why, of course Craig, this is an LGBTQ+ friendly space. I just personally don’t have a lot of experience or knowledge about gay sex because I am straight.” Roth took this moment to observe Tristan’s reaction, as Tristan’s smile seemed to fall off briefly before he put it on again. “So, Craig, would you like to fill us about the ins and outs of gay sex?” Roth added in his usual cheerful voice, “No pun intended, of course.” He chuckled.

"Identifying yourself as LGBTQ+ supporter is a choice. You made the choice to support the community. I didn't make a choice to be black. There is a large difference." "But I can't choose to be one of them. I am only attracted to women, and I am a cis man. I cannot make a choice to be a gay," Marcus said. "I said you choose to support them," Charles said. "Desires are of the heart. You are the one who decides what actions to make. If you claim to be a gay person, you made that choice. It is common for gay feelings to arise." "I can't suddenly want to fall in love with a man, just because I think LGBTQ+ people are good people. And my lesbian friends can't suddenly decide they want to have a ro

he added, making me pout. "Why not answer the question?" I squinted my eyes, noticing the way he dodged the question. "Are you gay?" I asked in a slow manner. He stayed stoic. "Because you know, I read this article on the internet saying you were spotted in a gay club. I mean, I don't really judge people by their gender identity, but if you are part of the rainbow flag, I don't mind," I chuckled. "So, are you gay?" "Say that one more time, you'll regret it," he threatened me with his gravely voice.

When he had his face between my thighs, torturing me with his lips until I was trembling and cumming hard on his face. I forcefully clear my throat to make the atmosphere less awkward, but my dad doesn't care. "Is that so?" He murmurs. "You're not attracted to women. So you're gay?" My jaw drops. "Dad!" I yell in embarrassment. He turns to me, looking completely innocent like he doesn't realize what he just said. "Isn't that what they call it? Gay, right? That's what the G stands for in LGBTQ." "Dad, stoppp!" I protest. "You're not supposed to say it that way."