One day I can feel like a lesbian, yet days or weeks later, I’d feel more aligned with bisexuality.

I’ve realised a traditional union can be a radical act of queer joy, especially when it happens later in life.

I never would have believed I could be someone who would do this.

Tribeca: Long-time actor Marcel Ruiz comes to this year's festival with a starring role in "Summer of Three," a film he also wrote alongside his director father, Carlitos Ruíz-Ruíz.

Writer Je Banach one the challenges—and the joys—of preparing for her upcoming wedding, after recently becoming an ambulatory wheelchair user due to a neurovascular illness.

I feel more like myself than ever before.

I’d look at my baby and see her missing an eye or a limb, before she’d revert back to her normal self in front of my very eyes.

The state of that bathroom told me that something was very wrong.

I felt a tingle – something unwelcome. And it happened again. It took a moment for me to realise I was being bitten.

"Caity" filmmaker Lindsay Calleran writes for IndieWire about the unimaginable loss of her father, and how it forever shaped the film she was already planning on making about their bond.

“The dress inadvertently became my something old, new, borrowed, and blue, and ensured that my mom was a part of one of the most important days of my life,” writes Olivia Morelli, as she recounts the emotional process of reworking fabric from her late mother’s wedding dress into her own bridal look.

He implored me to let him know I’d landed safely. That was the last I ever heard from him.

I found myself lost on a dark back street, with none of the digital safety fallbacks I’d become so accustomed to.

In 2021, something happened that changed our lives forever.

I had not, of course, realised Dan* was an overbearing control freak when I agreed to go for a drink with him.

I was disgusted at the thought of being completely hairless, it always made me think of underdeveloped bodies, before puberty hits.

I felt sick. I had just slept with this woman’s boyfriend on their first anniversary.

‘You have a bone tumour sitting on your right pelvis,’ said my oncologist.

There have been relapses – too many to count.

I started to feel slightly hopeful that we might have a laugh at least – but in the restaurant, things took a turn.

I made ridiculously loud ‘oh yeah’ noises, in the highest-pitched voice I could, and he instantly came.

‘Should I leave or should I stay another night?’ I asked. He told me, ‘If you want to stay, I want you to stay.’ So, I did.

This year's contest was won by Bulgaria's Dara.

The more children are respected and welcomed into society, the more they will become functioning members of it.

According to her, we gave our children too much affection; and on one occasion, she declared the kids said ‘I love you’ too much.

We laughed and cried and laughed again as we cuddled our little girl.

He was a smiley and passionate knight devoted to righteous vengeance; I was a noble lady with a penchant for puzzles and code breaking.

As I pissed on his chest, he laughed; my urine bounced off him and around the room.

No one warned me that the hardest part would be the realisation that we didn’t know each other as well as we thought.

My only regret was not meeting my trans boyfriend earlier; it would have saved me a lot of time soul-searching.