My fiancé and I had a discussion about me dressing up as Michelle. When I told him I wanted to be fully transgender, he said he didn’t want me to have the operation. Tom’s worried about my safety. I would like to start hormones, but I feel like I pass as a woman already. I have man boobs. I’ve had them since I was 11 years old.
My fiancé and I met last year when I was living at the Ali Forney Center. Ever since then, we just started calling and talking to each other. Living in a shelter, things get stolen. My money, my wallet and my IDs were all taken. When I finally told Tom, he said, “Move in with me.” I said, “Okay.” Ever since then, we’ve grown a little more. He proposed in March. It was a total surprise. I think I have a total Cinderella package.
Tom is 43. Some of my friends grill me about the age difference. Age is nothing but a number. You’re not going to pass the opportunity for having true love. He is guiding me right now. He loves me no matter what.
Other than Tom, I also get strength from my grandfather, who pushed me to take what has happened and give me a chance for freedom. He calls me sometimes, but he knows I’m kind of in hiding from my immediate family.
I can’t say I don’t miss my family. I will miss them, especially my little brother. They don’t pick up their cell phones. I’ve left emails, messages, et cetera. It really hurts, but I have to live with it.
I think my mom is upset that I left her. The fact is that I was the one who did everything for her. I’d make coffee, make breakfast, do homework, get the other kids ready. After school, I’d go to work, come home and do the same thing over again. She’s pissed because she lost the one kid who did anything for her.
A lot has happened with my family. The story starts in my hometown: Mobile, Alabama. I came out as gay to my mother at 13. She knew my stepfather wouldn’t like the fact that he had a gay son, so she didn’t tell him until I was 18. She was right. I got kicked out when he found out.
The next night I had to sleep in one of the sheds at Home Depot. I walked 23 miles to get to my grandfather on the other side of town. My grandfather paid my way to come up to New York by bus.
In New York I was living with my cousins, but we got into some arguments and disagreements and I had to leave. My grandfather had to go back to India, so I didn’t have his help in the same way anymore.
After I left my cousin’s place I went to the Belleview Men’s Shelter, but I was too young. They referred me to Sylvia’s Place, where you have to sleep on the floor. Then I got accepted into Ali Forney.
Through friends at Ali Forney, I became a member of the activist group, Fierce. It was actually at Fierce’s annual Halloween party that I first dressed up as a woman. I feel more comfortable in women’s clothes. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always played with my mother’s high heels.
Fierce has helped me become an activist and a better person. Through Fierce, I also volunteer for Queers for Economic Justice. Now I want to become a psychiatrist. I want to defend the people who can’t really defend themselves. I want to give them what I learned.
As told to Diana Scholl.
Photo by Laurel Golio, taken in Bronx, NY, 2011
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I’m from Vietnam and came to Georgia my junior year of high school. I went to a super-religious boarding school. I only told one person I was gay. But then I came to college last year and it was a really open, accepting environment and I had much more freedom. I was introduced to the Gay-Straight Alliance, and I made my first gay friend in college and told him I was gay. Since then, lots of people have known that I’m gay. It feels great because I don’t have to lie to anyone. I can’t stand lying to my friends and not being true to myself. It can be self-destructive.
I finally came out to my mom last summer. She was a little bit surprised. No, not a little bit. She was really surprised. She kept asking, “Will you change when you grow up?” I didn’t want to keep her hopes up, so I said, “I don’t think I can change. I’ve been like this my whole life.”
Still, she’s really accepting and she loves me a lot. My mom and I decided not to tell my father any time soon. It’s not because he’d get angry and disown me, but because he has high blood pressure and I don’t want him to be in shock and distress. I love my dad and sometimes hiding little things from him is mentally protecting him.
My brother is too young. Maybe when he becomes mature and knows more about homosexuality, I’ll tell him.
My mom is still struggling to decide if she should send my brother to the U.S. to go to school. She loves us and can’t stand not having both of us home at the same time. She said she would feel really lonely. I told her it’s not necessary for him to go to America for college. I feel like it might not be worth the sacrifice that he and my family would possibly have to make.
Deciding if I ought to go back to Vietnam after graduation is the biggest decision I have to make, and I haven’t made it yet. But I want to make that decision as soon as possible, because it’s really important for me to have clear directions in life. Otherwise, I’d feel like I’m just wandering.
If it weren’t for my parents, I’d definitely stay here. I love my family. We are really, really close, and it’s hard to take care of them overseas. I, of course, can be of financial support to my parents, but I certainly can’t give the precious physical caring acts that long distance prevents.
But in the U.S. it’s an easier life and there’s more acceptance. Here people are better informed. If they don’t like your sexuality, it’s usually because of their religious beliefs. In Vietnam, homosexuality is a taboo subject. Most people consider it a mental disorder. My mom is very concerned about all the obstacles I’d face from the society if I went back to Vietnam.
If I stay in the U.S., I’d like to go somewhere like California or New York. I think a relationship is really important to me. I want to get married, even if it’s not legal. I want to commit to someone and adopt a kid or do a surrogacy. I want to settle down in the future, build a happy family.
I sometimes want to go to the north because it’s hard for me to find a relationship here. I’m an international student, so I don’t know a lot about the culture. I constantly try to learn, but compared to someone who grew up here I don’t have a lot of cultural experience.
Second of all, it’s hard because I’m Asian. In the South, lots of people are only interested in people of their same race. Not discrimination, per se, but it’s understandable that people have preferences when it comes to relationships.
I just really want to be in a relationship, though. I’m an emotional person and I need a loved one close to me to help me go through the day. Sometimes I want someone to cuddle and watch a movie with on a weekend night. I’ve grown weary of going out and partying every weekend. It can become pointless and senseless at times.
Because of the cultural prejudice in Vietnam and in consideration of his conservative extended family, the subject profiled above chose to remain anonymous.