Monthly Archives: February 2014

A Note from Vince, in Philadelphia…

“Dear Kevin,

Your project is wonderful. Looking at the photos and reading the personal histories makes me cry. I doubt that you will ever read this email, but it makes me feel good to write to you.

My story is no different than thousands of others. But at least writing it in this email helps me to feel good about myself and my life with my life partner of twenty-three years. How I wish I could have called him my husband. For sixteen years together he lived with HIV. I was negative, taught in high school, and no one wanted to know that I was gay and my partner had HIV. That was a dirty little secret. Jon learned that he was HIV positive on the eve of my forty-fifth birthday. It was a special birthday that he had planned: a trip to NYC, two Broadway plays, a nice dinner, and a romantic evening together. That never happened, but the next sixteen years did. I recall the words: “til death do us part.” Those words, although never spoken, we lived. There were some difficult days, and when the end arrived, it was cathartic and wonderful. How strong he made me. How much I loved him? Will anyone ever know?

I wish you a wonderful life.”

Anthony, Animator, Montreal

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

Anthony, in his own words: “If coming out meant anything more than being honest with myself about who I was attracted to physically and emotionally, it also was the freedom that came with it.

You find yourself suddenly free from the weight and fatigue of secretes. If you want to, gay men get to play with ever aspect of masculinity. There are no predefined cultural gender roles for us. We can be sensitive, emotional, or sympathetic with out the worry of loosing our male friends or jobs. We can have all sorts of relationships. What’s the worst people can think of us? That we are gay? Well, we are! With no secret, there is no power.

Once I had the time and confidence to question being straight, the flood gates opened up. If such a basic thing was in question, something I had taken completely for granted, then what else in this world was not as it seemed? I had always assumed growing up meant I would meet a girl, have kids, work a job I hated, and die. But that got thrown out the window! From that point on in my life, my already healthy curious nature took control, and I questioned everything, constantly. My opinions, my rules, and my evolving values. Life wasn’t at all predicable, and became some sort of Alice in Wonderland adventure with no clear finish.

Here in Montreal, the gay community is a little bit more my style. Smaller than NYC or London where I lived previously. Gays here seem to get up early, and leave work at 6.

On coming out; I was terrified. I relied on my parents for so much. If they disowned me for some reason, who knows what I would have done. That’s a small lie actually. I had every contingency worked out. Money, places to stay, long and short term. An entire network on support on the ready.

I could have waited till I was settled and on my own before coming out. But, it felt like life couldn’t start till this was out of the way. Who could concentrate on work, or art, or music with the huge pink elephant in the room? Family dinner was intolerable. I could not listen to anyone over the voice of my own thoughts.

In the end, they surprised me. My mother was a little disappointed at first, but came around. It seemed natural and I could not begrudge her those feelings. My father who I lived with was the big surprise. He’s a stage hand, and works with some pretty rough and tumble guys. Men’s-men if you know what I mean. They are like the jocks of the entertainment industry. For his part, he didn’t bat an eye. After being so scared to come out to him, his biggest response was shame. He was ashamed that me, his very own son, felt he could not trust his father sooner. We became a lot closer after that.”

Tom, DJ and Community Activist, San Francisco

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

Tom, in his own words: “(Being gay has) been a gift for me! My worldview and creative output are so shaped by my being queer and i’m pretty proud of both. The people i’ve met, the places i’ve gone, the things i’ve accomplished, so many of those things wouldn’t have happened if I weren’t queer and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

(With regards to challenges) Aside from occasionally having ‘faggot’ shouted at me on the street and a few tumultuous teenage years (I haven’t had) too many to speak of. I’m sure that there have been more subtle challenges but my life as a gay men has been largely without incident and I’m very thankful and lucky to be able to say that.

(The gay scene in San Francisco is) pretty spectacular. When I first moved here I felt like looking at the queer scene was like standing on the edge of the ocean — It was so vast and had far too much depth to ever understand. Having been here for eight years now it certainly doesn’t appear as vast as it once does but its still very impressive. It’s amazing living in a city where there’s such a diversity of experiences and interests that there isn’t a ‘gay scene’ to speak of but rather communities within that that congregate around other interests and just happen to be queer.

(With regards to coming out) I’ve been out for 11 years now, and it’s been mostly uphill since that moment. I met my first other gay boy my age when I was a sophomore in High School, fell in love with him, had my heart ripped out, told everyone it was happening because I didn’t want to be alone in love/despair and that was pretty much that. My friends were all mostly supportive and my parents ultimately were too. Now they come to my queer parties, ask about how my boyfriends are doing and all that.”