Something sparked my interest the other day.
All the ways that your family try to make you feel guilty, and ways for you not to be yourself.
I think one of the ways that I see trans stories in the LGBT community as being authentic and amazing is because it is a real-life mosaic of what happens if you dare to be your authentic self.
And I am just curious how so many of us can’t be our authentic selves, and I could narrow that down to so many of us from a Chinese or a Chinese-diaspora background.
I think this why I find such common ground with the LGBT community, being a part of the community, but also of stories of resilience and growth. But what’s the most astonishing to me is the ability of be *ourselves*, in whatever capacity that is.
It’s almost the opposite of the story of what I grew up with.
