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Michael, Freelance Assassin/Comedienne, 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

Michael, in his own words: “My baby blanket was a giant quilted rainbow. At age 6, I met the first boy who seemed to have the same abnormal interests as me, developing what I now recognize as my first crush. At 8, while watching an episode of Dawson’s Creek with my sister, I learned what being gay was and thought to myself, “I think I have that.” At 10, my sister and I choreographed full roller blade routines to the Backstreet Boys Millennium album. At age 11, I read the first Harry Potter book and felt an immediate kinship with Albus Dumbledore. At 12, I Googled gay porn for the first time, gave the family computer its first virus and learned how to remove said virus from the computer all within two hours. At 13, I made every excuse I could think of to not hold my middle school girlfriend’s hand. At 15, I created my first female World of Warcraft character. At 16, I finally confirmed what everyone else had undoubtedly figured out over a decade previously and came out of the closet. And now, nearly seven years later, here I am living in New York City with an ever-growing collection of bow ties and an unhealthy fondness for romantic comedies.

What I like most about being gay is never having to feel embarrassed about anything.”

Michael, Interactive Media Marketing Coordinator, 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

Michael, in his own words: “To me, being gay doesn’t mean anything different than being straight. There are the obvious things, of course, like who I’m staring at in the gym versus who the guy I’m staring at is staring at, but being “out” is an entirely different thing. It’s gratifying in a way that I can scarcely find words to describe. It’s like when you envision your future self, you project a great future that often times seems light years away. Then one day, you find that some part of your dreams has been realized. Having come out recently, I feel that I can accomplish my other, more outward goals and become the future self that I envisioned now that I have an internal foundation that is absolutely fundamental to my adult development—literally a launching pad.

As far as challenges go, I’ve been terribly lucky. I have immensely supportive family and friends that I can count on, and I am very fortunate to have been born after a generation of great civil rights progress, although we are perhaps in the middle of our biggest victories to date. The real challenge for me has been growing into myself and identifying what I want, or more importantly, figuring out what I don’t want. Since I moved to New York in late 2011, I have definitely been the kid in the homo candy shop. It’s been absolutely fantastic but sometimes the things you think will make you happy end up having the opposite effect. Regardless, I advocate this trial-and-error.

Being gay in New York is perfect and horrible. On one hand, there is relatively no judgment from the public, an acceptance I’ve been starving for since I was young. Also, there are so many men with similar stories to my own, and it seems like they’re everywhere; it’s easy to find a community here. But that’s also the biggest issue when it comes to relationships: there are so many options to choose from for everything—food, clothes, significant others—, investing in any one thing is difficult. Relationships are easily strained.

I still consider myself lucky though. Growing up in Kansas, I really did think that the “phase” I was going through would pass, that I would straighten out and be just like everyone else. When I realized finally that it wasn’t a phase, I never really beat myself up about it. To me, it was matter-of-fact, and I am very rational. Even though those days were only two years ago, it feels like ages. Now, things are good. I’m good. I can look forward to what’s ahead, and only because I’ve experienced what’s behind.”

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photo by Kevin Truong

Jimmy, Digital Creative and Yoga Teacher, New York City

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photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

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photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

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photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong


Jimmy, in his own words: “Raised in rural Nebraska, I grew up dividing my time between working cattle with my father and doing craft projects with my mother. At age 4 I announced to my family that I would one day move to New York City, which I did 13 years ago at age 26. I already knew at just 4 years of age that I was different and didn’t fit in. It was hard growing up gay in Nebraska. It was devastating being effeminate and the son of an alcoholic rodeo cowboy with a heavy hand. I was bullied non-stop at school and afraid to tell my family about it when I got home. Every night I prayed to God to make me normal.

I came out as soon as I went to college. It was such a relief. I remember laughing and dancing with joy. I didn’t tell my family right away, but I came out to friends and become a part of the gay community in Lincoln, Nebraska. My younger brother caught wind of it and outed me to my family, teachers and Catholic priest. Years later my brother would also come out so I’d like to think that he did it to test the waters and not because he was trying hurt me. The priest pulled me aside one day and told me that I was an amazing human being and that God loved me just as I am. I’ll never forget his kindness. My father told my mother that he wanted me to go to a psychiatrist and get fixed. She told him to get over it. She told me that it was ok I was gay because I was so smart and talented, which led me to wonder how she would have felt if I’d been talentless and stupid.

Coming out was a relief, but it didn’t immediately end the pain and suffering of being bullied, abused and feeling so out of place. I was still broken and confused, and I had difficulty connecting with the world. I ended up making a lot of bad decisions. I stumbled through poverty, sexual misadventures, bad relationships and drug abuse. But I never gave up hope that the difficulties would pass and I would find my place in the world.

Curiosity and creativity burn brightly inside me and are far more powerful than the dark times ever were. I know it’s what kept me alive, kept me moving forward, and drove me to always learn new things, taste new food, hear new music, see new art, visit new places, and meet new people. This year I visited three new countries, started kick-boxing, learned to play the ukulele, became certified as a yoga instructor, started writing poetry, and I’ve just begun a year long personal wellness training. I’ve lived in 7 different states and had several careers. I’ve been a cowboy, a waiter, a cook, a dancer/singer/actor/musician, an art consultant, a marketing coordinator, a web designer, an illustrator, a photographer, a creative consultant for reality TV, a creative director, an editor, a photographer, and a yoga teacher. Today I work as a digital creative in magazine publishing. I’m sure I’ll have many more careers before I leave this planet.

Lately I’ve been building a community around myself of like-minded gay men. Men who live soulful, compassionate lives. Men who are grounded in their own sexuality, who love one another, love themselves, love the planet, and aren’t afraid to talk about god. Men who choose not to be victims of their past. Men who understand that the way to make the world a better place is to be of service to another human being. Fearless men who enjoy expressing themselves and understand the intimacy that comes from being vulnerable.

I have no regrets about anything I’ve done or anything that’s happened to me in this lifetime. I’m told that if you aren’t making any mistakes then you probably aren’t trying hard enough. I’m only 39 years old, but I’m happy to say that I’ve made enough mistakes for a few lifetimes. I hope to make many more.

So far, It’s been an amazing ride.”

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