I grew up in a world with upper middle class, whites, and was an outsider.

I grew up in a world with dumplings, potato chips, and good intentions.

Hearing my Father use the N-word is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

I grew up in a world with beaches, hippies, and music.

Hanging out with artists put a lot of my insecurities to rest.

Being true to myself means being both an artist and on the spectrum.

My truth is I'm scared.

Moving to Texas is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

I grew up in a world with sunshine, palm trees, and flowers.

J – NYC

I grew up in a world with respect for culture, a planned community, and affirmation.

Oliver – Brooklyn

College is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

Oliver – Brooklyn

Hanging out with friends from Columbia, MD put a lot of my insecurities to rest.

Oliver – Brooklyn