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Going to a 5-star restaurant in Thailand is like going to a 7-star in America. The wait staff goes the extra mile, everyone greets you with the wai, and the locals are just genuinely nice people who want to ensure you have a good experience. The only time it comes up is when I meet with locals. They are travel agents that focus on gay men as an audience so this is perfect for me when I need destination ideas or activities to do. They tend to have beautiful stories from locals and they give me ideas on what to do when I travel for work. Can you share your thoughts about them?
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Do work FAM trips count? It just makes the vibe more relaxed and fun. Do you think it helps to boycott places that are outwardly intolerant toward gay people or is it better to go and actually meet people and try to change their minds? Boycotting hurts their pockets, which unfortunately is how the world works — money. But with any boycott, I advise to do proper and thorough research as to not fall in a rabbit hole of theories, and instead, find credible news stories and trusted peers to understand why something should be boycotted. Hopefully with boycotting and an in-person discussion, their minds would evolve to be more accepting over time.
You work with many Asian countries. You know, the funny thing is I hated being Asian as a kid. Now, in marketing, I always push to show diversity in our campaigns and hire people with different backgrounds to show more inclusivity. Thailand has a website called GoThaiBeFree.
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They really care about this audience. The retreat is female empowerment and for gay men who suffer confidence, body issues. Mia suffered from anorexia during her modeling career and suffered a breakdown before discovering Muay Thai, which helped her overcome it and accept her weight gain. The proceeds from the retreat also go to Wor.
Watthana which is a home for kids in the Issan region with no homes and they provide Muay Thai training. All they care about is if you can punch and kick, which is what I love. We need allies and if they see, hear, or read about someone being discriminated for being LGBTQ or anything for the matter , they need to speak up.
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This can be done in the form of an email to officials, social media comments, and even sharing news about it on their channels. Traveling is one of the best experiences you can have. At least once in your life, travel to a different country and experience how they live. I met them through my work with Thailand as LGBT is an audience we target, and I love how they find fun activities and experiences that anyone could enjoy in an environment for LGBT people to feel at ease. It's our destiny. He seemed to accept this. We were both drunk. For a long time, living on West 11th was my dream—and while its power over me came from Grace Paley having lived there, the brick buildings were low, so there was beautiful light, and from Fifth Avenue to the Hudson Highway, these beautiful rooms full of books and art suggested lives that mesmerized me as I walked by.
One of my very favorite writers once did me the compliment of naming someone in one of her stories, published in the New Yorker , after me—and giving him a home on West 11th. The closest I will ever get to this dream. I think it was this moment that pierced me, but there were many, really. He was that sort of dangerous beauty with a knack for knowing just what I dreamed about. In retrospect I should have guessed: He reminded me of a friend from college who had studied Chinese and Korean, practiced Chinese calligraphy, trained in tae kwon do, and dated Korean women almost exclusively.
A friend who'd once said to me, I'm half-Korean, too.
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Just, inside. On one of our first dates, he came over to my apartment and told me about the books I'd just been given by my grandfather, the jokbo for our family. I'm the oldest male in my generation, the 42nd, and by Korean tradition, we are given them. The books are kept in an antiquated Chinese script, and I am unable to read them, but he could read them. It was the sort of thing that shamed me regularly for the sort of upbringing I'd had—my father had committed us to assimilation and had not wanted us to speak Korean.
He had died when I was young, though, and the language gap left us estranged from his family afterward. In , we were putting these connections back together—I had just gone to Korea with my family that summer, and my grandfather had given me these books. But there was still so much no one had ever taught me.
I practiced it as he watched and corrected me. Roses re-emerging all through the garden. I think it's cursed there, that rose. There's no record anywhere of what I can now see the dream was about: I knew what rice queens were, and they didn't usually go for me. When I worked at A Different Light bookstore in the Castro in s-era San Francisco, I remember selling them copies of OG magazine—short for "Oriental Guy"—these men fantasizing about the sex trips they took to Asian countries like the Philippines, Vietnam, Thailand, all of them in search of smooth young Asian men living in precarious economic conditions who were willing to do things sexually for, well, probably less than the cost of the magazine, in order to survive.
I had also been to the gay bars in San Francisco for Asian men, to discover they were for Asian men looking for white men and vice versa. As someone who was half, I was just exactly not enough of what each type wanted—exactly enough to be invisible to them or at least not eligible as desirable.
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They still walk by me sometimes, these mixed Asian and white gay couples, and I smile as both men seem to project their insecurities on to me, holding hands a little tighter as they walk by. As a result, I gave up on the idea that I would ever end up dating either kind of man—the gay white man who liked Asian men was likely not ever going to ask me out. I remember dancing with a white man once at a club, and he reached over and pulled my shirt front down to reveal my hairy chest. He looked shocked and then turned and left the dance floor, not even a good-bye, like I'd lied to him about the goods.
I like Asian men, he said, after this confession. It's why I lived in Japan, why I studied Japanese. I tried to imagine it.