Many people see their sexual orientation as a huge part of who they are. But for me, my identity isn’t really about who I’m attracted to.
I’m African — a first generation Eritrean immigrant. But my parents tell me, I’m not black
You wouldn’t know I’m Filipina by looking at me. Growing up, when people questioned my identity, I started to question it, too.
As an African-American teen, I often feel like I’m walking around with a big target sign on my head.
When I came out to my family a year ago, it was the first time I connected my queer identity…
“[I] seized the opportunity of an open call to be a part of the Indian Student Association fashion show on campus as a model… Despite my different racial identity, this made me feel accepted as a minority for the first time at Cal Poly.”
When I tell someone that my preferred pronouns are they/them/their, I never know what to expect.
As part of our partnership with the New York Times Race/Related, Youth Radio correspondents from around the country described their lasting memories of a first encounter with racism.
Each new piece is a way for me to connect to an identity that was stripped from me.