Experience the heartfelt journey of George Taylor and Candis Ross in Shadows of Us, a touching transgender love story. Follow their path of love, resilience, and self-discovery as they navigate societal challenges and embrace their authentic selves. A powerful tale of connection and courage that will inspire and move you.
My first girlfriend and I had broken up. We were living together in Texas, where I had moved to be around other like-minded people. My mother sensed my unhappiness. “So I told her, ‘Mom, I’m really sad about Janice and our relationship.’ She asked me what kind of relationship we had, and I told her, ‘She was my lover.’ That’s when I started crying, revealing the heartbreak of my first lesbian love story.
I still don’t know how I made it through the week after Erika’s bombshell. Each day felt like a slow-motion sequence of doubt and fear playing on repeat. I replayed every interaction we’d ever had, trying to uncover any signs I might have missed. Did she always have secrets buried beneath that radiant smile, or was this a one-time lapse? The bigger question was: did it matter?
"I don’t know if she knew that I didn’t know she was transgender. I don’t know if she showed me her vulnerability to see my response, or because she thought I was out searching specifically for a transgender woman. Regardless, this was the situation I found myself in. It really didn’t matter."
Mike Johnson stood tall, his broad shoulders stiff as the elevator doors slid open. His military training kept his movements measured, eyes scanning the luxurious penthouse before him. His job? Protect Jacob Ford, the model-turned-socialite married to one of the city's wealthiest men, Michael Ford. Mike wasn’t here for glamor or wealth, though; this job was just another step towards securing his family's future. But something in Jacob's eyes—the depth of sadness that lurked behind his polished smile—made him more than just another assignment.
I've been with the football team for three years, managing everything behind the scenes and loving every minute of it. The routine, the rush before game day, the quiet moments alone in the field house—all of it has a certain magic. I’m just there, immersed in the day-to-day chaos, proud of my work and never once thinking it would lead me here.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the moon filtering through the blinds. It cast slanted shadows across Peter's face, showing the raw hunger in his eyes. His lips crashed into mine, an unspoken understanding passing between us—a mutual surrender to the undeniable pull we’d been resisting for weeks.
I have the most homophobic family and friends on earth. They make jokes about every gay person on TV, on the street, even when someone doesn’t comment on how hot some girl is. I had to act according to that, so I started making fun of gays too. Most of my life was lies, more lies, and then some more lies. You can’t imagine how it feels to lie and then convince yourself to believe it.
To be non-binary is to be free. Liberation from the expectations of others — expectations informed only by physical composure rather than actual character — is what propelled me to identify this way. Before 2015, I didn’t even know that deviating from the gender binary was an option. It wasn’t until this past summer and the pandemic that I really had the opportunity to consciously reflect on myself.
I liked girls and boys ever since I could conceivably have a crush and fully get what “liking” someone meant. But while I had heard and been told it was okay if I was a lesbian, I had never heard of being bisexual. It was okay for me to be a dyke, or straight, but bisexual? Never heard of it.