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Michael, Artist/Writer/Designer, Portland, Ore.

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

Michael, in his own words:“It’s easy to forget where you came from. What I mean is, it’s entirely possible to forget formative events, or the face of your favorite teacher, or the name of your child (I’m looking at YOU, mom). But one thing you never, ever forget, is your “coming out” story, if you have one. This usually reflects the time and circumstances you grew up in, and my story is no exception.

It’s the fall of 1991, in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Yes, jerk, there is electricity and running water, and yes, New Mexico is a state. Despite Nirvana’s Nevermind just having been released, Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation 1814 is still in heavy rotation on my Walkman. I own all the cassingles from it. I’m still mourning for the last Star Trek movie to feature the original cast, The Undiscovered Country, and my future boyfriend is probably being born (long story).

My boyfriend at this ancient time in 1991, however, is sweet, kind Max, who also happens to be my first boyfriend. He’s pretty great: awesome musical taste, handsome, really funny. We meet in freshman acting class and instantly connect through our mutual interests of Drakkar Noir and making out. He tolerates my Star Trek obsession the best he can. I mean, like, you know how some nerds are sexy? Yeah, I wasn’t one of those. Max was also with me when I get drunk for the first time from half of a Bartles & James wine cooler. Good times.

So the Big Event happened at the dinner table one night. I had moved out to go to school at UNM, which stands for the University of New Mexico (but is secretly the University Near Mom), but it was a couple miles from our house. Both my parents were enthusiastic smokers, something I didn’t think about until I moved out and then came back to visit. What. The. Hell. is that smell, guys? Why is there a chest-level cloud in the house? And why is grandma wheezing so much?

I don’t remember what we were eating, but I do remember it probably wasn’t Mexican. Despite my latin roots (on my mom’s side), I never developed a love of Mexican food. I had been hanging out with Max more and more, and had brought him over to meet my parents a couple weeks before. I also don’t remember what my parents and I were discussing, but I do remember as the meal ended my mom finally broached the subject: “Michael, is Max bi?”

The needle could not have skipped harder on the record as I set down my fork and looked at them. I imagine that I was cool and collected, but in reality I probably looked like a deer in headlights as I stammered “Uh, no. Of course not.” There was a long, long pause as they just stared back at me. I decided it was now or never.

“Yes. Yes he is. And so am I.” I didn’t bother correcting them at the time that he and I were gay, not bi. Maybe asking the question this way was their way to soften the blow for themselves, that maybe for them me being bi was like being “only half gay”. In any case, they both went down the “We still love you, you’re still our son, nothing has changed” road. And honestly, on some level they must have already known. I learned their real reactions later: my mom, being a director of an HIV-advocacy organization at the time, and friends with several gay artists, took the news all in stride. My dad, being the son of a Lutheran minister, privately struggled with it, but put on a supportive face. Why? Because he loved me, and he realized that love was evolving.

I’m lucky. Now, 20-some years later, I’ve turned 40. Both of my folks are amazing and supportive. My dad asks me how my boyfriends are whenever I’m dating someone, reads my posts about the shitshow that is my dating life (pro-tip: if a guy is ignoring you, it secretly means he is ignoring you). My mom tries to fix me up with literally every gay man she meets. But in the end, I’m fortunate. There are a lot of queer women and men out there whose tale is a lot different, whose coming out story is more fraught with pain and outright rejection than mine. There are people who don’t even have a coming out story yet, because of circumstances in their lives.

I look forward to the day that we don’t even need coming out stories, that it’s just universally accepted that we love who we love. But for now, we have these stories, and slowly but surely, the stories will get better and better. Let’s share them.”

Herschel, Student, Portland, Ore.

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

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

Herschel, in his own words”“In my eyes being gay means being a part of society that sees the world through a different lens than everyone else; no matter your gender, age, socioeconomic background, or race all of us who identify as LGBT and those who don’t (but know in their hearts they are) see the world in a completely different way. For some, being blessed with this unique gift causes them to label themselves negatively and see themselves as less of a human, which is unfortunate; but fortunately I was blessed to grow up in a home and be surrounded by open minded people who accepted me for who I was, which was a human, just like everybody else, who just so happened to like the same sex. Society has too many labels for people which does not allow them the freedom to express their true colors without judgment from others. When it all comes down to it we’re all just humans whether you’re black, white, Native American, gay, bi, or straight; everyone deserves the same amount of respect and no one should have to live by or up to societies gender standards for men and women. Lastly, how I see it is, being gay isn’t an excuse for anything, it’s not anyone’s fault, and it’s not a punishment it’s simply being a part of a select number of humans who just so happen to like the same sex.

Being a part of two minorities has been something that I’ve struggled with along with not having self-security and a positive self-image of myself after coming to terms with the fact that I was gay. During my younger years I had a hard time identifying with other people of color because I grew up in Portland (which is a majorly Caucasian city.) To add onto that I had a hard time identifying myself as a male because I was unsure of my sexuality starting at a very young age.

I went to a big public elementary school in SE Portland where the majority of my peers were Caucasian, which lead me to adopt some of their unique habits that weren’t similar to the ones that I encountered when I entered a middle school and eventually high school where the majority of the population was of color. While attending the new schools that I did in North and Northeast Portland I didn’t listen to the same music as my peers, I talked differently, had different interests, and dressed differently; for these reasons along with going through the awkward ‘ugly’ stages of puberty and being unsure of my sexual orientation I was teased a lot about how different I was than everyone else. These years were very difficult for me as a young person and although I didn’t show it I was very depressed because of it.

Over time, I was able to adapt to my changing surroundings and come to terms with my sexuality and be comfortable with it. Because of this, I eventually gained more self-confidence and security each and every day. Now, having more confidence in who I was allowed me to open up a door for me to be more social with the people around me at school and in life; Being more social allowed me to make many great friends throughout my middle and high school years and it allowed me to establish more professional connections as well.

While going through these tough transitions though (before I was out) I would always say to myself ‘They are teasing me because they know I’m different, and (the difference) meaning (because I was gay)’ although I was able to cover up my emotions in the spotlight I wasn’t able to handle it in the silent night; even sometimes now, when I feel like people are treating me differently, being rude, or looking or overlooking me altogether I immediately jump to the conclusion that ‘they know I’m gay’ instead of saying to myself ‘Well they must be having a bad day’ or ‘They’re just rude to everyone and I shouldn’t take it personal’.

Emotion isn’t something that I show much of unless its happiness, frustration, or contentment but sometimes still when I think people are treating me differently my feelings get hurt. I say this again because in my mind I see it as them saying or showing me without words that ‘I’m not good enough’ or that ‘I’m less than a human because of my sexuality.’

I can’t speak on the entire gay community in Portland because I feel like I haven’t ‘experienced’ it fully yet as I am still very young, but through my time living in Portland and identifying myself as gay I have encountered nothing but happy, smart, funny, and creative individuals who don’t let societies labels hold them back from doing what the hell they want to do with their life.

My coming out story doesn’t have a traditional ‘start and finish’ well hell most coming out stories don’t; I was about 17 when I fully accepted who I truly was and identified myself proudly that I was gay. Although I’m not super ‘masculine’ some of the people that I considered friends at the time didn’t know. Eventually, in casual conversation between classes (or during classes), it would get brought up and discussed and some would even come up to me and ask. While having this moment of vulnerability with them when I revealed my true self, most didn’t blink an eye.

I was also fortunate enough to have befriended someone who at first, unknowingly, was going through the same thing as I was. We were each other’s right arms and after many years of friendship we grew to be very close. Overtime our self-disclosure about our sexuality and life in general got deeper and deeper and in a weird way we both transitioned into being ‘out’ to our peers together. Throughout our years of friendship in high school we had each other to lean on when times got rough or we just needed someone to talk to. Although we had a very extreme (for lack of a better word) friendship I am so blessed and thankful that I met him and had him by my side through thick and thin.

The only advice I would give my younger self about coming out or anyone who is unsure if it’s the right decision for them is to make sure it’s something that you want to do. No one is forcing you to say anything about your sexuality and you have the power (and right) to let people wonder and whisper about you, or to simply let them see the real you. “

A Note From Michael (BLCKSMTH), in Portland…

“My story is a little bit of a trip lately. Last year I’d been working retail management for 20 years, and suddenly felt an urge to paint, to write, to design, to do something, anything but what I was doing. I hadn’t been trained or gone to school for any of that stuff, mind you…I just needed to create, or die tryin’. So I did it: I left my job. I designed a couple of theatrical sets, opened my Etsy shop of my paintings, and started a blog about the experience, ww.BLCKSMTHdesign.com, where I feature my writing. The last year has been one of the most fulfilling, challenging, strange years of my life, and has helped define who I am as a gay man, and just a human being in general. Somewhere in that year I realized Los Angeles wasn’t a great fit for me, and so I moved to Portland, Oregon.

I like what someone else on this project said about Portland being “post-gay”: it’s really integrated, and sometimes that can be frustrating as a single guy. Going to a bar full of super-friendly dudes with beards can be a little like the “Where’s Waldo” of dating. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I feel like PDX is, at its best, a glimpse into the future of being gay in America: almost no “gay scene”, very few gay bars. A place where the idea of “coming out” seems more and more antiquated and unnecessary. Yeah, it’s a bubble, and yeah, one can get complacent, being so surrounded by like-minded people. When I visit my hometown of Albuquerque after having lived in Portland, I feel like I don’t even recognize it, or realize how conservative it truly was while I lived there. And my 12 years in Los Angeles was great, but it was also a bit of a pressure cooker. I didn’t realize how difficult it was to live there until I was in traffic one day, and thought, “It shouldn’t be this hard to just live, to just exist.” It was like the parable of the frog in the pot of slowly boiling water: LA turned up the heat so slowly right underneath me.

I’m glad I’m in cooler water now in Portland. I’ve experienced life as a gay man in a few different cities now, and I have to say this is the best time I’ve had. There’s something about the sincerity and authenticity of people in this part of the country that’s appealing to me, and this week I bought some vitamin D, small-batch local bourbon, and my first rain jacket in preparation for the upcoming downpours: I’m officially initiated to the PNW.

Portland, I am your adopted son.

photo by Summer Olsson

photo by Summer Olsson