Okay, I’m 24 years old, and I’m gay. I come from Cambodia, where being gay is considered to be the frightful thing most people are aware of. When I was in high school, most of my classmates called me names and worse labelled me as “a-boy-who-likes-dicks.” As I wasn’t really into fights, I kept ignoring their aggressive actions. It was getting worse and worse with each passing day that it resorted to be physical violence. To illustrate, they started to corner me, beat me to the ground and throw jokes on me. I remember tears streaming down my face when I was walking alone to home with bruises and bandages. I lied to my parents that a car hit me, for I knew that they were really, really anti-gay. I hated this society, and I still do. Why does sexism have to be more important than a human’s life?