Jayden Thai Being a Southern, queer, trans, second-generation Vietnamese American guy born and raised in the commonwealth of Kentucky, navigating through these conflicting cultures and identities has been an emotional journey for me and it continues to be. Like many Southeast Asians after the Vietnam War, my parents left their homes in Vietnam to immigrate
Robert Maullon, Barangay LA Board Member, and his mom speak on the Filipino American television show, RSVP, about his coming out and LGBT issues in the Filipino community.
Jean Melesaine I never told my parents or my family I was gay, never felt I had to “come out” to them. I knew by the way my parents raised me that they knew there was a possibility that their daughter, who was always mistaken for a little boy, could be queer. By the way
Alotupumaloto’oa Ativalu First I want to tell you, the reader, that this story is only through my eyes and mine alone. It is intended for those who feel alone and those who wish to understand. I’m hoping my story will help someone. Please read with a clear mind and open heart. In Hawaii, Samoans are
Justin Tandingan Today, I am a proud, gay Asian American/Filipino American. It took me a long time to get to where I am today, and my identity development is ongoing, as is all of ours as our experiences change and continually shape who we are. I’ve found positivity in being API and gay in Los
Naveed Merchant v. To have a sensation of slight prickles, stings, or tremors, as from cold, a sharp blow, or excitement. e.g., I tingle all over. My parents still call Shiraz the City of the Shah’s Summer Palace. That is the only Shiraz we knew in those three years before our return to the States.
Trung Nguyen I kept watch at the mailbox every day for the first two weeks of May during my Senior year of high school, memorizing the exact window of time the mail carrier approached our home. He would come between three to four in the afternoon, right when I got out of school. I would
August Guang In September 2012 I started saving up money for top surgery by August 2013. At the time I couldn’t stand the thought of going another year without it. The binder that I was wearing suddenly started causing physical pain around April, and I was generally experiencing a lot of dysphoria and panic instigated