For Michael Huber, the journey that would ultimately lead to bodybuilding stages, military service, and a world record deadlift began in an unexpected place: a moment involving his younger brother. At 16 years old, Huber was used to being bullied. The verbal and physical insults and harassment had followed him for years. At first, he…
I came for the Lesbian Queer Women, I Might Stay for the Game. As Ann, Tracy and I open the doors to the not-yet-open Sports Bra, we look down at the tile at the entrance and immediately chuckle. Of course, there’s a sports bra grouted right into the entrance. Clever. And honestly, what better way…
By Joan Lipkin St. Louis friends may recall our bringing gay performance artist Tim Miller to St. Louis years ago to help launch our AC/DC Series at the late St. Marcus Theatre with his groundbreaking piece My Queer Body. It rocked our theatre community and its censorial overseers. The printer didn’t want to print the…
By Thomas Blue | Out In STL What happens when Freddie Mercury and Cher have a love child? According to Anthony Alfaro, you get Tony: a theatrical, glamorous, occasionally sarcastic alter ego with a killer voice, an unforgettable mustache, and absolutely no interest in blending in. On October 27, 2026, New York City’s Tony &…
When I was heavily involved in pet rescue, I worked alongside a strange straight man, and together we became addicted to trapping the throwaway dogs of O’Fallon Park. Apparently, saving dogs wasn’t enough of a hobby for me. I needed a little uproar and City adventure mixed in there, too. Besides saving homeless…
The Sixth Annual History Happy Hour, hosted by Just John on October 26 and benefitting the St. Louis LGBT History Project, brought together an extraordinary gathering of writers, editors, publishers, photographers, broadcasters, and community storytellers whose work documented decades of LGBTQ life in the St. Louis region. More than a reunion, the evening was a…
A bunch of us lesbian queers pile into the “Lesbrorodo,” as I call my very large truck. I feel like a bus driver checking seat belts and yelling, “All aboard!” Watching the shorter lesbians attempt to climb in like the Dukes of Hazzard never gets old. Sometimes, the simple things are what make me laugh…
One of my mother’s older brothers, Paul Monroe Gamble, died in an automobile accident eleven days before Christmas 1959. He was 24. Twenty years later, in January 1979, my mother’s youngest brother, Clifford Lee (Ricky) Gamble, also died in an automobile accident. He was 29, the youngest of eighteen children. Uncle Paul died before I…
Vivent Health’s annual fundraiser returns Oct. 24, with local art, cocktails and a mission to help St. Louis residents living with HIV care for their pets. A beloved pet can be a source of comfort and connection—and the costs of food and veterinary care can become difficult to manage. On Saturday, Oct. 24, St.…
It happens every October. A school board somewhere passes a largely perfunctory LGBTQ+ History Month resolution – without demands, requirements, or enforcement mechanisms – and a dust storm erupts. In September, for example, in a district serving nearly 12,000 youngsters in Fairbanks, Alaska, after listening to eight community members testify in favor of a History…
