In honor of sexuality month, I decided to ask people the question, “What does being queer mean to you?” I present to you their answers, the real, the honest, the painful, and the beautiful.
You will look at my brown skin and imagine that I am from a far off dusty region of the world where women dress in jangly clothing and speak in exotic tongues.
I still remember the first time I decided to forgo a dress for a special occasion, and wear my dress pants and a blazer.
Ever since the sixth grade I had been turning the idea of identity in my head like a revolving door. I often reflected on what it meant to be a Pakistani-American Muslim.