Samuel, Writer, New York City

photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong
photo by Kevin Truong

Samuel, in his own words: To me, being gay means nothing terribly important. I’ve been so precious about other things in my world that I’ve abandoned my sexuality. I govern my life with other identities. I haven’t struggled to accept my orientation, so I don’t think about it too often.

Challenges have bee too accept myself for what I am – a gay, adopted, Asian-american / making it past my eighteenth birthday.

The gay community in New York City is overwhelming, yet not enough.

(With regards to coming out)

Steve: So, what was the highlight of everyone’s day?
Sharon: I’ll start. The highlight of my day was when Sam stopped by during lunch to say hello.
Steve: That was nice of you, Sam. What was the highlight of your day?
Sam: That now is the time for me to tell you I think I might be gay.
Steve: Well…you’re still 14, so you may not know exactly what you want yet. But mom and I both love you and support you no matter what.
Jake: And I love you too Sammy.
Sharon: Can you pass the broccoli?

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