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VITO AND FERNANDO, PHOTOGRAPHER AND CIVIL SERVANT, RIO DE JANEIRO

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Fernando, in his own words: “I never thought what means to me to be a gay man. But I know or I feel it´s not just only be sexually attracted to other men, it´s being comfortable with it.

Challenge or success of being gay? I think we only have challenge being gay! All of the people around us think about our sexuallity or our homosexuality, and rarely we hear good things from them. All the time we have to prove we are not pathetic or promiscuous.

“Coming out” was not very easy. Even hard! I think it was a process I took some time to complete. It was not very easy to accept myself but keep secrets is very exhausting. The first step of my “coming out” was accept that I am gay, then was easier to tell my sons and my family.

(If I could give myself advice before coming out I’d say) Don´t waste time!! Be happy!!”

Vitor, in his own words “It’s really simple, to be gay is to be happy with myself and faithful with other people.

I keep having a challenge, cause my family “don’t know” about my sexuality, or they pretend to… but it’s ok, because we live too far. I’m being successful about my friends, I’ve never had any problem with then about this. They are my family in Rio.

The gay community in Rio is really bad… we have always the same things happening, same parties, same places, same people…. same blah blah blah. I love the gay community at São Paulo, there’s a lot of differences from here!

(With regards to coming out) I’m still in the closet…to my family! hahahhaha But in Rio, everybody knows, and it happened in the most normal way:
– Hi Carol, I’m gay.
– Ok. lets go drink!

(Advice I’d give myself) Face your family, they love you.”

Roman, Party Promoter/Cafe Owner, Bratislava, Slovakia

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Roman, in his own words: “Being gay is a substantial part of my identity. As a gay I see life differently. It impacts my whole perception of the world, people, relationships, my personal value. It means I don′t accept stereotypes and prejudices, instead I always try to find the real value of things.

An acceptance of my true self in the depth of my heart was a huge challenge for me. I come from a small village where everything different is a big problem. To feel free in that kind of environment wasn′t easy. Living in bigger cities brought more freedom to my life, but it still wasn′t the kind of inner freedom I had longed for. The process of getting free was therefore the key challenge in my life.

And then there were those dark places, strongly connected with my gay identity. Fear, anger and that strange feeling of being sick. To become infected with those kind of thoughts and feelings was as easy as a pie, as there were no information about gays during my childhood, only a number of strongly homophobic views. Growing up in such a hetero-normative society is difficult for every gay person. It took a lot of my time and energy to understand that it is not me who is the problem here, but the society I live in.

I have always preferred telling the truth and I really don′t lie. It is so hard for me to hide and I never wanted to live like that. So, when I was 16 I came out to my best friend. When I saw she had absolutely no problem with it, I got so much energy and strength. My mother and grandmother were the next I came out to. They were surprised but later really supportive. It was really important for me.

Compared to bigger cities in the West (the gay community in Bratislava) is still too much in the closet and living more in gay online chats then in real life. But it′s changing. I have seen a big progress in the last couple of years. The scene is going to be more colourful. Gay people are more proud. And the majority is also changing, I see Bratislava as a tolerant city.

(Advice to my younger self) Do not hesitate to like yourself.:)”

Kimo, Department Coordinator, Portland, Oregon

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In Kimo’s own words:“Being queer for me has been a journey of coming to terms with myself and reconciling my past to forge a sustainably healthy and happy future. I was born on a small island called Saipan thrown in the ocean between somewhere and nowhere, I won’t lie it was complete paradise but it was paradise for the heterosexual machismo type guy – I was and am not that person. Most people ask where the heck is Saipan and for some just saying my island’s near Guam is enough, for others who think Guam is in the India Ocean I give more recognizable markers, south of Japan and east of Philippines – this vague broad area satisfies a western colonized frame of geography. On this small paradise being queer was a zero sum game, I could live a never-happy calm and fake straight life or I could live a challenging open queer life. Neither option sat well with me so I scrounged up some scholarship money, booked a flight to Portland, and I’ve been living a life I know I don’t regret a moment of since. I am living an intersectional existence, I was born on a US territory automatically giving me US citizenship but it came at a cost that I am continuously assessing. I say this because though I have been granted US citizenship many “Americans” never truly see me as one, I say this because my American identity clashes with my indigenous roots, I say this because my mother who is from the Republic of Palau navigates the US as an immigrant and so my narrative will always be effected by immigration policy, attitudes towards immigrants, conversations concerning immigrants, I say this because my people under this administration is starting to feel what it is truly like to be under the thumb of a white man in power and most Americans don’t even know this let alone recognize this chasm of disconnect between being an American and living as a modern day US colonial subject in 2018 – though this has always been the case for indigenous communities around the world. My intersectional existence is a mixture of my Queer, Indigenous, Fem, american POC identities and like all things living this too continues to change and grow. Living a Queer POC life in Portland is a constant fight of recognition, of defending my identities, expressing my self worth. It’s a struggle living in a majority white liberal city like Portland where I have to navigate both white wokeness and white ignorance sometimes both at the same time with the same person – I’ve become very good at juggling lately. I’ve also had to work harder towards finding my communities and nourishing my budding brown fem indigenous spirit all the while being in that limbo state of mind where I am in my late 20s thinking shit am I adulting yet or could I escape that for just a few more years? The answer regrettably is I am adulting and I have to suck it up and grow up. The advice I would give a younger me would be to breathe more, take a moment from everything to take a breath – constantly fighting to exist can be draining so don’t be afraid to take moment for yourself and breathe in the air, the space, the life you are fighting for.’