Monthly Archives: February 2017

Simon, Sales Director, Montreal, Canada

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

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

Simon, in his own words: “Être homosexuel, bon ou mauvais ou les deux ? Le plus difficile est de l’accepter pour soi-même. Après l’acception il reste à l’intégrer, une fois intégré on y trouve du bon, on grandit et on se dit qu’il y a pire que ça dans la vie !

Ça débute par faire le deuil de notre idéal de vie que l’on c’était imaginé dès le jeune âge, d’un modèle de famille qu’on croyait facilement réalisable. La frustration et la colère s’emparent de nous et nous fait regarder en l’air pour envoyer chier le bon dieu de nous imposer un tel défi. On voudrait négocier avec lui un cancer, voir même une amputation en remplacement de ce mal étrange et intense qui nous habite. On cherche à qui s’identifier dans ce nouvel univers d’hyper sexualisation auquel on n’a pas envie d’adhérer malgré la pression qui nous y pousse. On est confronté à nos propres préjugés, on se déconstruit pour retrouver une nouvelle identité, on tente de se trouver de nouveaux repères, non sans peur, angoisse ni vertige.

Puis on se dévoile au grand jour, on cesse de se mentir et de mentir aux autres, sauf à sa grand-mère trop vieille pour comprendre, on fait face aux préjugés, les nôtres et ceux des autres, on a peur d’aimer, de s’ouvrir, on se le reproche et on renvoie chier le bon dieu, on s’achète un pantalon trop serré et on le rapporte au magasin. L’ambiguïté s’installe entre ce qui est normal et malsain, on avance et on revient sur nos pas.

Et puis un jour on aperçoit la lumière au bout du tunnel, on respire une bonne bouffée d’air. On se regarde dans le miroir et enfin on aime assez ce qu’on y voit. On regarde derrière sans avoir envie d’y retourner. Finalement on se reconstruit dans une authenticité qui nous réjouit et on se rend compte qu’on ne le déteste pas tant que ça ce Christ. On prend conscience que ce détour obligatoire nous a fait voyager à travers nous-même, nous a permis de s’ouvrir aux autres, de s’ouvrir à la différence, on se sent entier et enfin libre. Alors on desserre les poings et on trouve que tout ça en valait la peine.”

In English:

“Being gay, is it good, bad, or both? The hardest part of being gay is accepting yourself. Once that’s done, you can integrate your sexuality into your daily life, you grow, and you realize that there are worst things in life than being gay!

As a child we have this ideal of what a family is, and we assume that we’ll easily attain that dream, but the realization that you’re gay turns that notion on its head – in the beginning. We lose ourselves to anger and frustration, cursing a god that would impose such a harsh life on us. We try to negotiate with him, maybe a cancer, or an amputation, anything to rid ourselves of these strange feelings that have taken hold. We search for someone to identify with in this new hyper-sexualized world, a world we want no part of, despite the pressure we feel to conform to it. We face our own prejudices, and in the process we deconstruct ourselves to find a new identity, and new support systems, without fear or anxiety.

Then the big day comes, we stop lying to ourselves and to everyone else, well, maybe not grandma, she’s too old to understand; we face prejudice, both our own and those of others, we’re afraid to love, or to open up, and we blame ourselves, and again, we curse god, we buy those skinny jeans that are much too tight, only to return them. Ambiguity settles in between what is right and wrong, we take one step forward and two steps back.

Then one day, we see the light at the end of the tunnel, and we can finally breathe. Our reflection in the mirror is finally one that we can tolerate, more than that, we see someone that we finally like. We look back on the past without longing to return to it. Eventually we find happiness being our authentic self, and acknowledge that maybe we were a little hard on God earlier. We realize that this detour was necessary and forced us to examine ourselves, it let us open ourselves to others, it helped us to accept our differences, and we finally feel free. We can now let go of all that tension we held, and we find that it was all worth it.”

Calvin, Cancer Advocate, Alexandria, Virginia

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Calvin, in his own words:“Would love to be a part of this project. Why you may ask? I’m gay and about to be 54 years old and feel I haven’t accomplish much in life but now want to change that.

All my life I have been a victim of spiritual abuse. I say this because I was raised in a religious home but never felt like I was totally accepted. I knew something was different. I felt this at a very young age, and then I found out I was adopted. Nothing wrong with that. I had an amazing adopted mother who had no idea her son was being abused from a very young age and all that confused me. So much now later, in my years I have dealt with depression, shame, anxiety–all because I feel I’m doomed because I choose to be gay. I’m even in a relationship. It’s been 19 years and I love him very much, but my demons of hell haunts me everyday. But I hope there is truly a light at the end of the tunnel, as I’ve heard it said today.

I have been advocating for anal cancer, I was diagnosed a month after we lost Farrah Fawcett to the same cancer and I was blessed to survive this cancer, this rare cancer that many still don’t want to talk about–but I can’t do that. I have to advocate. I so much want to draw more awareness, it’s definitely needed and I do have some support. Now I made my own facebook page titled, Anal Cancer Is a Pain in the Butt Literally. It has 93 followers and I’m so excited about that. This is something I have to do, we must educate people that this cancer is very real and it’s even on the rise. Plus I know this wasn’t a curse from god, nor did I get it from being an “assf*cker” as one so called supporter told me because I used a ribbon for a profile pic that she felt was hers alone. It’s so much more than a ribbon to me. I would love to be featured here and at the same time get more word out about anal cancer.”

Nicolas and Felipe, Santiago, Chile

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Nicholás (left) and Felipe (right) photo by Kevin Truong


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Felipe (left) and Nicholás (right) photo by Kevin Truong

Nicholás, in his own words: “Para mi ser gay, es poder pasar una serie de obstáculos, obstáculos que si sabes llevar bien, puedes ser inmensamente feliz con lo que realmente te gusta, con la persona que puede hacerte feliz, con todo lo que tu escojas.

“Salir de el closet” no fue realmente un problema, primero por que tengo una mamá la cual siempre ha estado abierta a lo que sea, segundo cuando yo asumí y le dije “Mamá soy gay” ella me respondió con un amable “Hijo si lo sabía”, dice que lo sabe desde que nací. Para el resto de mi familia no fue difícil asumir tampoco, hago que ser gay sea lo mas normal posible, sin tener tabú en lo que hablo con ellos.

Si me hablan de comunidad gay, yo no estoy tan inmerso en ella, pero si me informo sobre el Movilh (Movimiento de Integración y Liberación Homosexual) y puedo darme cuenta que es una comunidad muy activa, siempre haciendo eventos y cosas por el estilo, también se han logrado avances a nivel político y social.

Diría que tomara mas riesgos, que viajara, que conociera y en fin que disfrutara mas de todo lo que te va dando la vida, tanto de personas como de momentos.”

In English:

“For me being gay is to pass a series of obstacles, obstacles if you are to overcome, you can be immensely happy with what it is really like to be the person who is happy with everything you choose.

Coming “Out of the closet” was not really a problem, first because I have a mom that has always been open to whatever, second when I said “Mom I’m gay” she replied with a friendly “Son I knew, “says she knows from birth. For the rest of my family it was not difficult either, me being gay is as normal as possible, without taboo as I talk to them.”

If I talk about the gay community, I am not so immersed in it, but if I reported on Movilh (MOVILH) and I realize that it is a very active community, always doing events and so on, they have also made progress on the political and social level.

(Advice I’d give to my younger self) I would say take more risks, to travel, to know and finally enjoy most of all that which is giving you life, both people and moments.

Felipe, in his own words: “Para mi ser gay es mucho más que una condición netamente sexual, nací gay. Crecí sintiéndome diferente al resto sin saber él porque, cuando recién conocí la palabra gay era utilizada como un insulto con el que se buscaba desprestigiar a alguien, escuchaba a la gente refiriéndose a homosexuales como algo enfermo y anormal, es súper difícil pasar por eso siendo un niño. Ser gay ha significado mucho en todo lo que soy ahora, desde tan chico ir contra la corriente cambia la forma en la que ves el mundo, te da una razón para luchar por lo que crees y así generar un cambio por lo menos en las personas que te rodean.

Asumir uno mismo que es homosexual en una sociedad enferma que impone un prototipo de “normalidad” es difícil. Pero que lo aceptara mi familia fue aún más difícil. Nunca les quise decir directamente “Papá, mamá, soy gay” porque sentí que no era necesario. A los 15 años me puse a pololear con la intención de que lo asumieran por si solos y cuando se dieron cuenta me hicieron la vida imposible, pero de alguna forma tenía que hacerlos darse cuenta que los únicos que tenían que cambiar eran ellos y sus prejuicios retrogradas, y así fue. Ahora llevo dos años pololeando con el Nico y ya es como parte de mi familia.

La verdad es que no me gusta cuando se habla de “comunidad gay” porque personalmente no me siento parte de ella, no tengo mucha relación con más homosexuales aparte de mi pololo. Participo en marchas por el respeto y matrimonio igualitario, se han logrado avances legales importantes en el último tiempo y creo que es necesario ser parte de este proceso en el que Chile está de a poquito cambiando.

Si pudiera decirle algo a mi yo del pasado.. No te canses de buscar la verdad ni dejes de cuestionarte las cosas. La vida es demasiado hermosa para desperdiciarla y hay demasiados sueños por cumplir, no dejes que nada ni nadie acabe con ellos.”

In English:

“For me being gay is much more than a purely sexual condition, I was born gay. I grew up feeling different from others without knowing it because, when I first heard the word gay it was used as an insult with which sought to discredit someone, I heard people referring to homosexuals as something sick and abnormal, it is extremely difficult to go through that being a child. Being gay has meant much to what I am now, since the young buck in the system changes the way you see the world, gives you a reason to fight for what you believe and generate a change at least in people around you.

Taking yourself to be homosexual in a sick society that imposes a prototype of “normality” is difficult. Acceptance from my family was even harder. I never wanted to directly say “Dad, Mom, I’m gay” because I felt it was not necessary. At age 15 I began a relationship, and it made my parents realize that the only ones who had to change were them and their prejudices, and it was. Now I have two years been in a relationship with Nico and he’s like part of my family.

The truth is that I do not like when you talk about “gay community” because I do not personally feel a part of it, I have little relationship with other gays than my boyfriend. I’ve participated in marches for respect and equal marriage, there have been significant legal developments in recent times and I think you need to be part of this process in which Chile is changing little by little.

If I could say something to my past .. Do not tire of seeking truth or questioning things. Life is too beautiful to waste with too many dreams to fulfill, do not let anything or anyone end up with them.”