…when you are trans, there is nowhere to hide. Not that I want to hide, I am out and proud, but a large part of the status quo does not agree with it or understand it. I get pointed at, stared at, laughed at, whispered about, or just plain ignored. I hear comments like, “You see her over there? That’s a dude!” or simply a head shaking “Damn!”
“The Evolution of An Immigrant’s Dream” by Karen Wong-Brown.
Almost three decades ago, a naïve 19-year-old came to Colorado State University in Fort Collins as a first-generation college student. My mother brought me to America for a better education. This was my first time away from home and I carried my mother’s dream of her daughter earning a degree…
Community Voices: “The Colors of Our Rainbow” by Bridgett Neff-Hickman
…People are always stunned when I tell my experiences of being routinely assaulted by homophobic comments, thrown drinks, and judgmental eyes as I exist a queer woman. “In Fort Collins?!” they exclaim. It almost shocks me that they’re shocked. Almost.
This is my reality as a white, cisgender, college-educated queer woman living in Fort Collins.
When my husband and I moved to Fort Collins in 1992, we experienced very little culture shock. Fort Collins was a lot like Boise, including a lack of diversity. After a few months here, I asked a new friend, “Why doesn’t anyone here ask me if I’m Basque?” To which she replied, “What’s a Basque?” I was shocked.