Implicit within the question “what are you?” is the subtext: once I know your race I’ll know everything there is to know about you.
Yumei and Yulan are sisters who grew up in the San Gabriel Valley, aka the 626. Mei is a rising high school senior, and Yulan works as a programmer by day. They are both passionate about feminism, justice, and intersectional Christianity. This is a recent conversation they had.
It didn’t have to be a drastic haircut and a subsequent relationship with a girl to bring me to a place of deeper compassion for myself and for the LGBT community of which I am now a part. It could have been any number of transitions that exposed these parts of myself. But do I recommend you chop off all your hair, throw on a collared shirt, and kiss a girl or two? Yes, yes I do.
Part one of this series (Queer Asian American Christianity: Refusal, Resistance, and Resurrection) can be found here. Artwork: EXPECT RESISTANCE by Raychelle Duazo RESISTANCE When marginalized communities engage in the prophetic and courageous act of truth-telling, we inherently expose, interrupt, and refuse the current order of things. Our testimonies of love, loss, grief, and God … Continue reading Queer Asian American Christianity: Refusal, Resistance, and Resurrection (Part 2)
I wept as people shared their stories of fleeing home, being separated from family, not having access to basic social services. I wept as people shared their stories of triumph despite impossible odds, stories of anger against unjust systems and their hunger for home. I had the distinct feeling that, were Jesus on earth, he would be at that rally, comforting people, wiping their tears. Maybe he would even grab the mic and lead a chant. That was the most profoundly I had felt the presence of God since the election.
Sometimes at school, while at the Vet center a curious student walks in, wondering about the different branches. If it’s a female, I warn her to NOT join the Marines. If it’s a male, I just feel sad that after a short time of brainwashing, he will undoubtedly come to see women inferior to men. I don’t necessarily regret my service, I’m just saddened. Men learn to hate women. Women learn to hate women. This is the Marine Corps.