42 Street - Times Square

When I go home for vacations or for the summer, I am Ming-Cheng. He is me. Like the veil that Du Bois in The Souls of Black Folk, must put over his African interior, I too am covered by this veil. You see, I would probably never be able to set foot in my house again if my parents ever knew that I was gay. People who know me are surprised that my parents can't tell, they say that it is pretty damn obvious. And I agree, around them it is really obvious, because I am Dave, the homosexual. What they don't understand is that there really is no way that my parents could know about my sexuality, Ming-Cheng makes sure of that. Ming-Cheng treats his parents with the utmost respect, Ming-Cheng smiles when his parents ask him, "When are you going to find a nice Chinese girl to marry?" Ming-Cheng understands that his parents, who would not entertain the thought of him dating in high school, are now worried that he doesn't have a girlfriend now that he is in college. He understands his roots, his culture, and he is confined by it. He drowns in it. He is me, and we are we.

go Home