A man with a leaf-pattern shirt takes me by the shoulders, and I instinctively turn my head. He kisses me, quickly, in the space between my cheek and my mouth. I laugh like I’ve swallowed something sharp, and back away.
These men want to fuck me.
Writing by Saima.
I have come to call this the turmeric tax: it’s the price that Eastern traditions have to pay in order to enter into Western consciousness.
Writing by Aditi Joshi
mama always said be back before maghrib
before the sun sets in the west
not so I’d be home before namaaz
but because they wander empty streets
look for little girls like me
Poetry by Manahil Bandukwala
Artwork by Nimra Bandukwala
My adoptive parents had never heard of this genetic condition and consequently never warned me about it. Regardless, this was a tangible, physical phenomenon connecting me to my Chinese ancestry, whether I liked it or not.
Writing by Ashley Dawn Louise Bach
Art by Tina Lê and Helen Yu
It occurs to me then that Felix doesn’t want to fuck me because I’m attractive. He wants to fuck me because I’m Asian.
Writing and art by Elysse Cloma
College boy with
too much time, reads a page
of Marquez, thinks he’s a genius.
Now, a cold body against cold
Poetry by Eileen Huang
Illustration by Béatrice Bùi
A conversation between Sarah Gotowka and Carrie Freshour explores their shared experience of being transnational Korean adoptees, and their lasting friendship and sisterhood that grew after a chance encounter at Taste of Thai Express.
Writing by Sarah Gotowka and Carrie Freshour
“His nenggan had ignited and embers were falling. I began to plead with my father. My voice cracked over the “pleases” and my brother began to echo me, his words wavering. I looked over and noticed my mother’s white knuckles.”
Writing by Lianne Xiao
Illustration by Loren Yeung
"I realized that I couldn’t let my job define my entire life anymore. I had to do something else to sustain my happiness by giving myself something to look forward to.
Which is when I started to draw again."
Writing by Jieun Lee
Illustrations by Jieun Lee
Something like fear structured my feelings around the word
Philippines and whatever it was that connected me to it
Poetry by Michael Janairo
with femme fairies
Writing by shaina agbayani
Illustration by Mara Herrera
9th grade. That’s when I started to examine my own skin.
Writing by Simon Tran
Illustration by Keet Geniza
The first time:
I raised my question of my intersectionality
Am I Deaf? Am I POC? Am I Queer?
Poetry and illustration by Jessica Leung
then I will withdraw my dripping leg
and you will suck my curly toes,
cuz' remember yellow fever?
Poetry and illustration by Jasper Julia Lim
I am only knee deep, but after flailing helplessly for twenty minutes it is clear that I am drowning. It takes several additional minutes to accustom myself to this fact, for it feels like a failure as fundamental as forgetting how to breathe.
Writing by Nina Sudhakar
Photography by Saima Desai
The re:asian editorial team reflects on our first issue, FIRSTS
For children of the diaspora, there’s a shame that precedes so many of our firsts: admitting that you don’t know how to cook your grandmother’s congee, that you’ve never set foot in the country where your parents grew up, or that you’ve never learned to like your body.
Boy collects “small exotic things”
Poetry: Nicole Seah
Illustration: Angela Sun
"In the wake of everyday assaults on self-image and personal relationships that Asian men face, I feel the need to push back, to create new understandings of Asian masculinity. At the same time, I wonder if the masculinity that we want to reclaim, the masculinity we feel has been taken from us, is even one worth fighting for."
Writing: Marc Shi
Illustration: Ensley Chau
"as if to tell us that this kind of murder is nothing
more than peeling rice off the collarbones of our
Poetry: Helli Fang
Illustration: Flavia Chan
"And I try so hard to be gentle
But I always step too hard on my country’s soil"
Poetry: Saba Keramati
Illustration: April Joy Milne