Author: Read with Pride

There’s something profound about watching two men hold hands in a church pew, isn’t there? That simple act: fingers intertwined, palms pressed together: becomes a prayer in itself. A declaration that love, in all its forms, belongs in sacred spaces. Welcome to the final chapter of our Sacred Hearts series, where we’ve explored the beautiful, …

The Global Chapel: Where Love is the Highest PrayerRead More

Part 19 of the Sacred Hearts series There’s something about summer in Mississippi that makes you feel like you’re swimming through the air. The humidity clings to your skin like a second layer, and the cicadas sing their endless hymn from dusk till dawn. It was in this thick, heavy heat that Tyler Campbell realized …

The Baptist Rebel: Finding Love in the Deep SouthRead More

The bass was so loud I could feel it in my chest before I even got to the door. Standing outside Club Vertigo at 10:47 PM on a Saturday night, I was having what could only be described as a full-body panic attack disguised as “just checking my phone.” I’d circled the block three times …

Dancing in the DarkRead More

The mirror doesn’t lie. That’s what makes it so terrifying. It’s 11:47 PM on a Tuesday, and the house is finally quiet. Everyone’s asleep. The door is locked. The curtains are drawn. This is the moment: the one he’s been avoiding for months, maybe years. The moment where there’s nowhere left to hide. The Weight …

The Mirror's SecretRead More

The words had been sitting on my tongue for months. Maybe years, if I’m being honest. They’d become so heavy that some nights I could barely sleep, rehearsing different versions in my head while staring at the ceiling at 3 AM. “Hey, so there’s something I need to tell you…” Too dramatic. “I’ve been meaning …

Whispers to a Best FriendRead More

Part 3 of “The First Flicker” Series The text message glowed on his screen at 11:47 PM: Coffee tomorrow? There’s a place on Morrison Street. 2pm? Daniel stared at those seventeen words for what felt like an eternity. His thumb hovered over the keyboard. This wasn’t just coffee. This was coffee. With a man. With …

Coffee and Trembling HandsRead More

You know that moment. The one where time decides to play tricks on you, stretching a split second into an eternity. When someone’s hand brushes against your shoulder, and suddenly every nerve ending in your body lights up like a Christmas tree in July. That was me at 23, standing in a crowded bar in …

The Electricity of a Grazed ShoulderRead More

Your heart is racing. Not the kind of racing that happens after a jog or too much coffee: this is different. This is the kind where you can feel it in your throat, behind your ribs, pulsing through your fingertips. Over 100 beats per minute when you’re just sitting there, trying to breathe normally, trying …

Heartbeats on HighRead More

Daniel had always been good with words. He’d memorized French verb conjugations in high school, stumbled through Spanish phrases on a study abroad trip, and even picked up enough Italian to order wine with confidence. But this, this was different. This was learning a language he’d never spoken before, one that lived in the space …

Learning a New LanguageRead More

Let me tell you about the night I discovered that real life isn’t like the movies, and thank goodness for that. I’d spent weeks psyching myself up for my first time with another guy. I’d watched every romance movie, read every steamy MM romance book I could get my hands on from Readwithpride.com, and mentally …

Awkwardly PerfectRead More

You know that feeling when you’re about to send an email that could change everything? The cursor hovering over “send,” your heart doing parkour in your chest, and your brain running through every possible worst-case scenario at lightning speed? That was me, sitting in my gray cubicle on a Tuesday afternoon, staring at the email …

The Workplace RevealRead More

The fork feels heavy in your hand. Heavier than it should. Your mom’s lasagna sits in front of you, the same recipe she’s made every Sunday for eighteen years, but tonight, it might as well be concrete. “More garlic bread, honey?” Your dad’s voice cuts through the fog in your head. You nod, even though …

Family Dinner JittersRead More

The sheets are tangled. The room is quiet except for the sound of two people breathing, slowly finding their rhythm again. There’s a particular kind of silence that settles after the first time, not awkward, not empty, but full. Full of everything that just happened, everything that’s being processed, everything that’s about to be said. …

Afterglow and HonestyRead More

The first date was a miracle. You showed up, you survived, you maybe even laughed at his jokes. But now comes the part that nobody warns you about: the second date. The one where you can’t hide behind first-time jitters or the convenient excuse of “just testing the waters.” The second date is where things …

The Bravery of a Second DateRead More

Story 13 of ‘The First Flicker’ Series You spend three hours getting ready. You change your shirt four times. You practice how you’ll hold your fork (casual? elegant?), how you’ll laugh (genuine but not too loud?), how you’ll sit (relaxed but engaged?). You Google “first date conversation starters” and “how to know if he likes …

Laughter in the RainRead More

Some love stories catch fire in an instant. Others? They simmer. They build. They wait. This is one of those stories. The Fear Nobody Talks About When I met Daniel, I was 28 years old and had never been touched by a man. Not really. Not in the way that mattered. Sure, I’d been out …

Slow Burn and Soft SheetsRead More

Look, I’m not the kind of guy who does feelings. At least, that’s what I told myself when I downloaded the app at 11 PM on a Tuesday night, half a bottle of wine deep and tired of being the only single guy in my friend group. The plan was simple: find someone hot, have …

Unexpected RomanceRead More

Let’s be real, so much of the LGBTQ+ narrative focuses on the heavy stuff. Coming out. Fighting for acceptance. Those nerve-wracking first dates. The weight of being seen for the first time. And yeah, that’s all valid and important. But here’s what nobody talks about enough: the fun part. You know what I’m talking about. …

The Fun of Being UsRead More

The first thing I noticed was the weight of his arm across my chest. Not heavy, just… present. Real. A reminder that last night actually happened, that I hadn’t dreamed the whole thing up in some fever pitch of longing and what-ifs. I opened my eyes slowly, afraid that moving too quickly might break whatever …

Shared MorningsRead More

There’s nothing quite like that moment when you both realize: we’re doing this. We’re actually going away together. Just the two of you, a destination on the map, and absolutely no idea if this trip will bring you closer or expose every incompatibility you’ve been politely ignoring. Welcome to the beautiful chaos of your first …

Travel Buddies and BoyfriendsRead More