"It wasn’t until middle school that my sexual identity came into question, from myself and my peers. I always felt “othered” by not identifying with being fully Taiwanese, like my mom, or Hungarian, like my dad. In fact, the only Mandarin phrase I know is, 'I don’t know how to speak Chinese.’ Feeling “othered" went to a whole new level when people started shouting ‘faggot’ from moving cars, harassing me in locker rooms, to one time even throwing their lunch at me. One day while sitting by myself in the high school swim gym, a group of guys approached me and point blank asked, 'Hey, are you gay?’ I wasn’t sure if I’d be called some derogatory name, get beat up, or who knows what - but I felt this rush of urgency to embrace the real . I looked at those guys straight in the eye, and replied, ‘Yeah, I am! And?’ It was in that moment, after years of harassment, torment, and ridicule - I became free."