Her (or, Losing a Friend Between the Cross and the Rainbow)

Our paths were leading us different ways. The more deeply enmeshed we became within our separate communities, the less we could talk about. Her friends hated the Church for how it had ostracized them. My friends hated the Marriage Equality movement for misrepresenting their God.

The Quiet Feminism of My Father

My father never once said “If I only had a son…”. Never a mention of all the “estrogen in the house”, or his family’s “cycles syncing up”. I had seen many other fathers talk this way, yet it was conspicuously absent from our house. 
One day, I finally asked my dad the question that had been burning inside of me: “Dad, do you ever wish that you had a son?”

Video Games, Gender, and Greed: How Marketing is Hurting Marriages

I used to be angry about the genderization of video games simply because it left me as an outsider. Now I see that gendered marketing has much wider-reaching consequences. It has contributed to a generation of men and women who spend their leisure time doing different things. This is not a case of men and women simply having different interests. The marital fight over video games has been formed over decades by corporate greed and cultural gender stereotypes.

Navigating Racism, Colonialism, and Family in an Interracial Christian Marriage

In some ways, my husband (C) and I are very lucky. When I first introduced him to my extended family, most of my aunts and uncles had no idea where the Philippines even is. They had no preconceived notions, positive or negative, about what it is to be Filipino. This allows them to see C for who he is, without stereotypes clouding their view….

Tomboy

“No dresses, no pink, no polka-dots, no bows,” I rattle off to my mom. I’m 9 years old, and we’re shopping for new clothes. My favorite outfit is a T-shirt, tennis shoes, and zip-off cargo pants. I love dinosaurs and Star Wars. Everything I own is blue and brown, I despise the color pink. I cringe when people called me “sweetie”, “honey”, or “dear”. Most of my friends are boys, because I just don’t understand girls. At night whenever I dream, I dream that I am a boy. In fact, I hate being a girl. But, I am not transgender…