![]() ![]() My parents knew I was gay, but instead of talking to me about it, they just told me the rules of the Bible. My dad was Muslim for 50 years of his life before converting to Christianity, and then he eventually became a pastor. I’m a very private person, so I told myself drag wasn’t any of my parents’ business because I was out of their house at that point.Īlso, I came from a pretty religious family. ![]() I started working at a local club in Orange County called Oz, and my first time being hired onto a cast was when I was 18 or 19. That’s also when I started experimenting with drag. It wasn’t until the latter half of high school that I started to realize I had queer friends. So while all the other kids were dating, I drowned myself in art. I would do everything to distract people from my sexuality. I also grew up in the hood-La Puente, California-so there were gangs. It was the early ‘90s, and there was no such thing as a gay student alliance. In most of high school, I still didn’t express myself openly. You weren’t supposed to do anything that girls like to do. A little boy said, “You’re a f*ggot.” I was like, “What’s that?” He was like, “That means a boy who likes boys.” That’s when I started to learn you weren’t supposed to act that way. Then when I came back to the US when I was 9, I remember playing with some of the kids in my cul de sac. When I lived in Indonesia as a kid, I would hear the word banci , which is the Indonesian term for f*ggot. I didn’t realize I was “gay” until people started calling me names. I created costumes out of bed sheets and towels-everything that was in the house. I had feminine mannerisms I was interested in “girly” things like dolls. My parents would ask, “Oo, is that your girlfriend?” In my brain, I was like, “No, that’s my friend, but I do like that boy.” So I knew quite young that I was different. When I was 4 or 5, I had crushes on boys in the way any kid would have a crush on another kid. ![]()
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