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Kevin, Store Planning and Artist/Designer, New York City

photo by Kevin Truong

Kevin, in his own words “It is hard (to define myself); I usually joke and say; “I am never too much; always enough and a little more” I have been eccentric and overly zealous/energetic my entire life; thus my identity has always been identified with a lot of smiles, questions, impossible ideas, and tons of energy. I have been very fortunate to live a life where my sexuality has not defined me or limited me. Because I was always surrounded with love and support, I was able to focus on who I wanted to be and what I wanted. Sexuality did not play a part; happiness did. I am happy. It is a statement.

My family and friends (are important to me); staying true to myself. My family means so much; we are so different in how our paths have been driven/are going, but they have always supported me. I have always been defiant and insistent on being independent, but my family knows me, and everytime I go home; I have a lot of catching up to do, but it’s as I never left. I know everybody says friends are important; but friends to me are so important because, friends here in NYC are my family away from home. A lot of my friends know me on different levels than my family, so we can connect, learn, and grow from each other. They are my inspiration, they are my support system. “True to oneself” is also a popular response I feel; but I think genuinity is important; once you are content with yourself and who you are; you should exude that genuine confidence to help others experience it! I also think my hobbies are so important; my art and running. Hobbies are a release, self expression. If I did not run or collage, I would self destruct within moments.

(Being gay) means I am a man who likes other men; that is it. I am very old-fashioned; thus I love a romanticized, chivilristic concept; however, I do understand that I do not want to be tied to heteronormative rules of a boy/girl relationship. I want to make my own rules with the guy I fall head over heels for.

(With regards to the gay community in New York) To be honest; I work to much to comment on the community here. I feel as though because I have not been immersed in it; I am ignorant to the majority of its happenings. I do think that gay men are integral pieces woven into the fabric of New York past and present, and definately future. They are in every sector, field, neighborhoold, out or not. I do think there is an identifiable culture associated with the gay scene; I just unfortunately have never been able to experience it first hand.

(With regards to challenges I’ve faced as a gay man) This is a challenging question because I feel as though my sexualty has never been a factor in my growth/development. I think the one true challenge for me exists in fighting a stereotype. I do love fashion and do showcase that to the public; I do, on occasion, wear make up; but I feel as though many people feel they can stereotype a gay male into a specific category (meaning one). I am not sure our sexuality should factor into segregation. I felt before moving to New York City, in Rhode Island my sexuality was an apparant part of who I was because I did stand out a bit more. When I moved to New York, I seemed to fit in; and my sexuality mattered less, and who I was as a person came through more. I think if people look past their notion or concept of a stereotype and forget sexuality and look at the person; they would discover so much more. “

photo by Kevin Truong

Thomas, Human Resources Associate, 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

Thomas, in his own words “I was out before I wasn’t. As a precocious child, I let it all hang out. Adolescence brought awareness and reticence. My 21st birthday was a catharsis.

Being gay in San Francisco is less about place for me than it is about time. I’m five years out from my first kiss, four years out from my first love, and three years out of grad school. I finally feel “domestic,” but I chafe at the high costs of living here.

My greatest challenge is my greatest source of pride. I’m a square peg that just doesn’t quite fit in any ordinary box.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jake, Hair Stylist, Portland, Ore.

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong


Jake, in his own words: “My parents are Pastors of a church here in Portland. So I was born and raised with strong religious values all my life; raised in the pew is the term church people use. So as you can imagine, my story is much different than the normal “coming out” stories.

Like many other Christian faiths, I was raised to believe that being homosexual was an abomination and you would burn in hell for it. So understandably, I grew up in fear of ever exposing the feelings I felt about myself (sharing them with anyone was definitely out of the picture). And so over the years, I reluctantly shunned any non-Christian feelings that tried to overcome me and proceeded to live the Christian life as a Christian man. I married the youth pastor’s sister at the age of 22 and settled into, what I thought was, a normal life and began to accept it. Then after a year or so of wedded bliss, we had our first child – a beautiful son. And not long after, my daughter was born. So here I am, a Christian man, from an extremely religious family, married to a woman with children. The happiness and content I displayed with the life I was living was all for my faith and my community, but the suppressed feelings I had hidden deep within myself had wanted to resurface. I knew I was fighting a losing battle and the need to confront them was growing much stronger. I knew that I could no longer live the life that was expected of me, but to live the life I was meant to live – that being, a homosexual man of the Christian faith.

So I came out in 2004.

Being that my parents were Pastors, I was worried about telling them the truth, mainly for fear of rejection and non-acceptance, but they needed to know. And I was willing to accept their reactions.

My dad turned his head in disgust and said to me, “You are not gay.”

My mom cried. She stated that she prayed to God to give her a son, which made me think, so because I am gay I am not your son? I realize now that she was just scared and uneducated about what it means to have a homosexual son. The rest of my family had similar reactions. My older sisters have basically decided to sweep my sexuality under the carpet and blatantly ignore the fact I just exposed. They don’t talk about it, because to them, it’s not true. My little sister, on the other hand, loves me for me. So for now, they are choosing to not accept what I have told them, as hurtful as it is, I did not argue because I know who I am.

And so, having lived the “straight” life for so long… my journey into my real life is just beginning. I moved on from that day, stronger than I was the day before, and now live my life true to myself – as a homosexual, Christian man, father of two beautiful children – exactly as God created me to be.”