And though it can be a struggle some days, it’s a core part of who I am. But being gay (as well as Asian) means I view life through a specific lens.
I don’t parade around waving the rainbow flag and wearing body glitter (I mean, not every day, glitter is for special occasions). But also, I have been known to accidentally live up to that fabulousness on more than one occasion. I fully blame RuPaul’s Drag Race and Queer Eye for this sort of reductive laziness. There’s a certain expectation of fabulousness when someone finds out you are gay.
