I am a Puerto Rican gay man. That is how I identify. That is my identity. I say Puerto Rican first because it is the obvious. It’s written all over my face. It’s in the curl of my hair, in the width of my nose, and in the color of my skin.
Despite twin bombings at the Awami National Party offices in Karachi this Saturday—an inauspicious start to polling day—Bindiya Rana, one of Pakistan’s first transgender candidates, remained optimistic.
For Heather Purser, the first pang came more than a decade ago as she gathered clams on Puget Sound’s Chico Beach, watching her cousin’s new husband assist with the digging. She figured she’d never have a legal spouse to help with the backbreaking work.
Today is Mother’s Day and in honor of my mother and undocumented mothers across the country I commit to continue to fight to ensure they are protected from deportations and are not left out from a pathway to citizenship. She inspired me to have the courage to say proudly and unashamedly: I am queer and undocumented. I am UndocuQueer.