Issue: 26.16 There’s No Place Like Home

By : Dylan Todd
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While setting the stage for its August 2019 outing, GayDayS paves way for June 2020 return, petition launched demanding Orange County ban conversion therapy, Tampa hosts National LGBT Chamber of Commerce conference, local news, celebrity interviews, photos, events and much, much more!

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5.31.18 Publisher’s Desk

By : Rick Claggett
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I’m pretty sure I was 16 the first time I went to Gay Day at Disney. I was only out to my mom and a handful of friends back then, so it was a little awkward when my brothers and I rolled up on the second annual Gay Day at Disney. It became a tradition in my family that when one of the brothers graduated high school, we’d celebrate with a trip to the Magic Kingdom—just us boys. Turns out that celebration always happened on the first Saturday of June. We didn’t know what that day meant to so many people, but we picked up on it pretty quickly.

I remember being petrified my brothers would figure out somehow I was gay, as if just being in close proximity with so many LGBTQ people would cause me to grow a boa and hum the ABBA anthology. I also remember experiencing immense joy and comfort. It was scary being gay in the early ‘90s, not to diminish the struggle today’s 16-year-olds face with their own coming out. But that one day, every year, was a day of happiness in the happiest place on earth. It was a day to be normal, to be together and to be visible.

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Ally Agenda: Orlando Forever

By : Jamie Hyman
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Jamie Hyman

Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I moved to Orlando reluctantly.

We were living in Ft. Lauderdale. My career was going nowhere, the economy was terrible, and my fiancé (now husband) Matt landed his dream job making video games at Electronic Arts. Like many other outsiders, I thought Orlando was solely made up of theme parks and that we’d have to live on International Drive. But without a compelling reason not to go, I packed up our things, grumbling the entire time about how my willingness to live next door to that crooked Ripley’s building was a testament to my love for Matt, and boy, would he owe me.

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