Through a course called “Humanities 1: Art, Man, and Society” back in my third year in college, I came out as bisexual in front of my block mates.
I did it through a collage of photographs, depicting how I can never find love regardless of gender, as the two people I was pining for at that time had their own love lives, leaving me with nothing but to dwell on my role as a hopeless romantic.
When our professor, poet and performance artist Nerisa del Carmen Guevara, asked me to explain my “self-portrait” in front of the entire class, I had chills. It would be my first time coming out to a huge group, my first “public announcement” of my sexuality, so to speak.
In the midst of …
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