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In , stars are brushing off speculation about their sexual orientation — and sometimes even embracing it. From Queen Latifah to Tyler Perry to Young Thug, these celebs show us the right way to. For years, every part of me felt ambiguous and inauthentic. After more than an hour on public transport dressed in a bright pink jacket that now insultingly matched my eye, and now feeling the fading tipsiness of a half-finished Smirnoff Ice can, I sensed my performance of the Eccentric Gay Friend at the party coming to a desperate close.

At the exclamation of my fake gayness, however, I felt myself woken with a hypnic jerk. My heart was pounding; profound confusion made laps around my brain.

The pure shock of the statement triggered my stress responses. A fake gay? What the hell does that even mean? At that time though, in my baby gay days of , I had no mechanisms for unpacking the claim. Those four words continued to hang over me like a thunderstorm. For most of my life I believed that others were more reliable narrators of my character than myself; the depth and intricacies of my queer identity were still uncharted territory.

For as long as a could remember , my queerness had been the central motif in my Book of Shame. It had become so much easier to be vulnerable with strangers, usually supported by four too many glasses of cheap wine or a puff-puff-pass, than to the people closest to me. Any attempts at expression of identity felt disingenuous, a half-assed attempt at remembering my cues and mouthing the right words, a performance that people in the back rows would probably believe, but those up-close saw right through.

Meanwhile, I was coming to terms with my identity as a New Zealand-born Indian. As a child I masqueraded rich cultural knowledge to impress my classmates and teachers, glowing with desi pride as I served up supermarket-bought samosas for shared lunches, or boasted of attending the TSB Diwali festival during show and tell. Many New Zealand-born POC grow up with shaky foundations of cultural identity, and my reverence for Indian culture was an attempt to make up for it.

The taal ran through my veins, as familiar and warm to me as the smells of spices as Mas and Masis placed more rotli on my plate than I could possibly eat. Still, I felt the deep absence of a genuine cultural connection. No amount of commercialised cultural events, old Bollywood films or bautaka nau sak could assuage the shame of not following any real traditions and being unable to talk with my Gujarati-speaking family members.

That was then. It took me a long time to step outside the self-imposed pressure to be a certain type of queer person and to notice the sheer diversity of queerness that existed around me. I had put myself in a box where my queerness was measured only against the white cis male gayness I was surrounded by. Now I was discovering that queerness was not a competition, a table with limited seating or a jungle where I had to fight to survive.

I no longer felt the need to be a contrarian, hating on queer people of colour who I felt were conforming to the majority. Exploring those links within myself of being Gujurati Indian and queer has opened up a new world of possibilities. After a lifelong search for authenticity, the goal feels within reach. My cosmic destiny at birth has coloured a path forward in shades slowly becoming visible to the human eye.

My search for authentic identity has coincided with an increase in positive representations of queer people in South Asian media. Seeing white words spoken through brown lips — feelings of fear, confusion and self-acceptance painted through a uniquely queer Indian perspective — helped pry open the mental cage I had enclosed myself in. New Zealand queer literature such as the new anthology Out Here and the work of authors Witi Ihimaera and Hinemoana Baker has opened me up to a whole new world of queer outlooks and identities.

As he slowly emerges, I wonder what his desires are, what his beliefs are, what his values are. Who is he becoming? The Spinoff.