I turn 35 tonight. When I was a younger queer kid I used to wonder, "what will life be like at 35?" Somehow, that age became the barometer for how happy I might be as a queer person in a place and time that was not friendly to any of that. So, what is it like?
I recently picked up my film camera again. I forgot how to rewind my film and accidentally leaked light all over the roll. I like the 'spoiled' look, however. In the roll, I have photos from Singapore and San Francisco, both of my homes.
In 2013 when I had just moved home to Singapore, the country was going through some changes, supposedly because of 'mass immigration'. I had hoped that Singaporeans would welcome all foreigners, not just the 'correct' ones. It was an exhausting time of rising xenophobia.