Monthly Archives: January 2014

Ed, Photographer, Los Angeles

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photo by Kevin Truong

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photo by Kevin Truong

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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

Ed, in his own words: “I came to the realization that I was gay in 1957, when I was sixteen, and immediately went into a suicidal depression that lasted fifteen years. The word “gay” didn’t even exist back then; there was no public acknowledgment of homosexuality, there were no support groups, magazines, books, organizations – nothing. I thought I was the only guy on earth who was attracted to other guys and my attraction was unspeakably perverse and evil.

Half a century and a thousand heartaches later so much has changed. I’m happy to have witnessed the revolution and in some small way, to have been a part of it. I know we still have a long way to go, and for many young people, being gay and coming out are still a nightmare – sometimes even a deadly one. But the progress we have made, just in my lifetime, is unmistakable – and inspiring. Being gay used to be the thing I hated most about myself. Now it’s something I value – the sensitivity, consciousness and the passion that are part and parcel of being gay are some of the most essential aspects of my life. And I’ve come to realize that coming out – the thing I dreaded most – is actually a process that validates and enhances my identity and sense of self worth. My worst fear has turned out to be one of my greatest blessings.I feel honored to have been given the gift of homosexuality.”

Justin, Creative Production Pro, New York City

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photo by Kevin Truong

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Justin, in his own words: “What inspires me about the majority of gay men is that each one of us has lived a portion of our lives in solitude and fear, as someone who had to take an incredible leap of faith, sometimes admit that we had been lying to ourselves and our loved ones and reset our lives in a new light.

Being gay is not one thing, but it is a community which has grown out of various horrifying and inspiring circumstances. It is a community which is incredibly expressive and daring and whose members are more visible than ever before, which is amazing for the youngest generation who will hopefully have less isolation and fear in their lives.

I actually never identified myself as gay until I fell for someone. I had been attracted to men before, but rationalized my attractions by thinking that I could “tell when a guy was handsome” — but didn’t equate that to actually being attracted to him.

Well, his name was David and he was playing Buzz Lightyear in a show I was stage managing at Disneyland in California. He was really sweet and cute, he was moving to Australia and I was helping him with his move there. Once it hit me that I was falling for him, it felt like I knew what being gay actually meant, not just having a physical attraction, but understanding how I could love him also — it was a big moment for me.

I moved to NYC the next month with my best friend, I never mentioned my feelings to David, but on the car ride to the airport I confided in my best friend that I thought that I was gay. She rolled down the car window to take a deep breath — and we started laughing. I didn’t tell anyone else I was gay, I wanted to take my time and see what it was all about.

My mom called me a few months later and asked me flat out if I was gay, I took a deep breath and told her that I wasn’t sure, she said, “Ok, well just let me know when you know.” So when I did know, we sat down and I told her I was gay — she actually started to cry, which I was horrified by because I thought she was ok with it. I asked her if she was crying because I was gay, she said no and told me that she had several friends who were gay, but she was crying because she had lost every single one of her gay friends to AIDS so it was very difficult for her.

She hugged me and told me she would always love me. Once I had come out to my mother I actually just went through my entire phone book and told each one of my friends and relatives within about a week and all of them were incredibly supportive.”

Chris, Flutist, Vancouver B.C.

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photo by Kevin Truong

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Chris, in his own words: “Being gay is kind of a paradox between things that are a big deal and things that aren’t.

Being gay means that people who have never met you will pass judgment on you as though they understand what it is to be you.

Consequently, being gay eventually means that you’ll learn how to stop taking it personally, maybe.

Being gay means that you happen to like other wonderful people with the same junk as you.

It also means means that religious fanatics will write offensive things on protest boards and get really, really angry that you are even alive, even though sexual sin ranks among the least offensive in God’s eyes.

Being gay means that at some point you will probably download an app or sign up for a website that will cause you to look at a gallery of men in a manner similar to that of toaster shopping.
(Just remember that toasters have feelings too.)

Being gay means that you will think a lot about how others perceive you, but then again, so does being straight, too.

Being gay means that you’ll get to make fun of yourself with all sorts of delightful stereotypes, but then again, straight people do that too.

Being gay means that your religious parents will write you awkward and slightly offensive letters explaining why they think you’re gay, maybe.

Being gay might mean that said religious parents will also maybe sit you down and have a talk with you after they find out that you’ve been sashaying through your Catholic elementary school playground. You can find your “own unique walk”, after all. Just as long as it doesn’t make you look like a sissy.

Being gay means that you might have to watch so that you don’t get bitter. That would be bad.

Being gay means that you can get married in quite a few places.

Being gay means that women everywhere will assume you have excellent taste in shoes.

Being gay means that ghosts visiting you from the 17th century will mistakenly assume you identify as “happy”.

Being gay means that settling the bill might be slightly more complicated, but not much more than usual.

Being gay means that finding humour in life will be more important than ever. Maybe even the most important.”