Tagged - identity
dependent
The lost opportunities for military dependents at UR
I am a military dependent: a child of an active duty or retired military member. If that’s not identity, then I don’t know what is.
fashion
There’s a dress in my closet
One day I know that I will wear that dress out. I know that it will bring me queer joy.
coffee
Looking towards Starbucks for my gender
I am genderfluid. On days when Emmely becomes an ill-fitting hat, Starbucks is there to save the day.
identity
Your hair may be fried, but you don’t have to be
Who am I when I’m not new and fresh? This question, to say the least, haunts me.
identity
Code switching and moving between worlds
A big problem with being active in so many worlds is not only the struggle to fit into one world perfectly, but determining when it’s necessary to speak a certain way in a shared environment.
college
What I’ve lost and what I’ve become
If you could visit your first-year self — whether that was a few months ago, or a few years — would you recognize each other?
identity
I’m more than my MBTI
I was completely unrecognizable, with no authentic bone in my body. As I became more obsessed with the MBTI, my life began to revolve around it, extending towards the people around me.
identity
Call me by my name
I hate that my name has to become a thing the first time I meet someone.
identity
The infinite supermarket of labels
Nowadays, there is a special term for almost everything under the sun.
identity
The privilege of white lies for a biracial Asian-American
Although some people can immediately tell that I’m Asian, there’s an undeniable privilege in knowing that passing as white is even an option for me. While I have had moments like last March where I’ve felt fear because of my race, I’ve never been racially discriminated against, and that’s something I don’t take for granted.
