ELAINE LIN
The easiest way to get me to cry is to show me anything both queer and Asian. It doesn’t even have to be Chinese, though it’s worse when it is. One time I stayed awake until four in the morning watching Happy Together, which isn’t even in Mandarin, the only Chinese dialect I speak, and ended up texting basically incoherent, emotional thoughts to my girlfriend through tears the entire time. She woke up to more than 60 unread texts the next morning.
I am so far removed from feeling like I have a community that understands me that the second I get a scrap of representation, I become overwhelmed.