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.
It’s 2017 and some people are still extremely ignorant about race. I get that some people get off on asking ignorant things, but that doesn’t mean I need to give them attention.
As a teenager, I feel like I’m not always encouraged to be myself. But when I go to a screening of Rocky Horror, I’m free to be exactly who I want to be.
When I tell someone my preferred pronouns are they/them/their, I never know what to expect.
I thought I’d be going with my friends to college, but it didn’t work out that way.
As a kid, I didn’t care that my adopted mom was a different race than me. But as I got older, race became more important.
I thought political awareness meant living and breathing what I read in the news. But when my beliefs got twisted with other people’s opinions, I decided to re-evaluate my media consumption.
In life, there are a handful of milestones: first words, first steps, first day of school. But when you miss out on a coming-of-age moment, it can feel pretty sucky.
You wouldn’t know I’m Filipina by looking at me. Growing up, when people questioned my identity, I started to question it, too.