Every morning when I swallow one of these pills, I think about the possibility there are people out there who can't afford this drug that helps prevent against one of the worst epidemics to hit the LGBTQ community — my brothers, my sisters, my family.
This fear is a part of me now, and somehow I'll just have to make my peace with that.
Today, I shocked an editor at work with my stories of drinking while under 21. I told her I had lived outside of the US. Then I realized how incredible that moment was — she met me, read my Asian American body and projected "Yeah, American."
I texted him: "I don't feel like anyone could understand me without knowing more about me than most people do. I usually do not have the time to explain the about-150 years of geopolitical and sociocultural history of the U.S., Europe and Asia and how that impacts me."
Adulting is hard.
Thank you all for supporting me and teaching me so much. And a special shout-out to all my fellow Chicago Sun-Terns, who put up with me naming us the "Sun-Terns," and who didn't slap me when I walked over and said I'm giving up on myself because I started a section of my article with: "Like many U.S. cities, Chicago has roads."