By the time I applied for college it was time to sow my wild oats – and not only did I end up in a school hours away from my family, I took the next step and enlisted in the U.S. Army. I wound up serving as a linguist halfway around the world, and of all places, where I was born, in Vietnam. My job gave me the opportunity to rediscover my roots and learn what it meant to be a gay Vietnamese man living in Vietnam. I learned that generally speaking, this majority Buddhist country was tolerant and understanding. Despite that, when I talked to individual people I got the sense that it was only okay to be gay if it wasn’t their son or daughter.

My experience coming out and being gay has been a bicultural one – tempered by growing up in the US but also travelling extensively and living in Vietnam. In many ways, my experience growing up in the US mirrors that of the LGBT community in Vietnam today. Nowadays, it’s still hard for gay people who are saddled with traditions and expectations. Unlike in other countries, there really are no support groups here. Most gay people in Vietnam are closeted and often end up marrying the opposite sex just to please their parents. With that said there are signs that things are changing. There is a growing gay scene in the private sphere- with many LGBT friendly venues popping up in the larger cities. I would like to see Vietnam have things like LGBT centers, suicide hotlines, LGBT-friendly sex education in secondary school and also be treated with respect from the mainstream media. Amazingly, there are even rumors that the government may soon legalize gay marriage – that would make Vietnam the first country in Asia to do so!

Hi, my name is Binh. I was born in Saigon in the early 80’s. By the age of 15, I came to Australia as an overseas student to obtain an education. I graduated from High School and then University as a Speech Pathologist. In my life, I have faced some challenges such as having to hide my sexuality and being told by others, at times, that I should have a girlfriend. However, the older I get, the more comfortable I become with my own identity.