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edited by Tiffany Diane Tso
For laypeople, “feminism” and “bra-burning” went hand-in-hand, which meant the idea was still too extreme for mainstream.
As the road straightens out, my reverie realigns itself with my reality, and I remember how fish sauce is, to the olfactory habitus of American society, well, fishy, which is to say suspect and repugnant.
The first time I ever watched Wong Kar-wai’s Happy Together was with my now ex-lover.
The word boulversé is French for “love stricken.” As a verb, it means to shake, to strike to cause a strong emotion.
Unlike the other guys I met on OkCupid, he called me after I let him feel me up in the abandoned Sears parking lot and asked me to dinner.
I remember watching everyone I knew dancing and having the night of their dreams, while I sat alone at a table eating cake just to look busy.
The excitement of moving into my first apartment was overshadowed by the faraway presence of my Lolo.
For my dad, the issue of my marital status was about fulfilling his duties as a father; for my mom, it was about reputation.
The first time I experienced racism was when I was 9 years old.
As unfair and misguided I felt their rules were, I was painfully aware of the generational and cultural gap between us.
It’s impossible to go back to a place of love without the people you love still there.
Yey Tem looked exactly like she did in all the photographs I had seen — stooped in her chair, always in the portrait’s center, remaining unchanged.
Last time I thought about loving you / was the first time I cried about you not loving me
It was only toward the end of college that I first began to really understand the deep and awful tragedy of my upbringing.