Dear Friend,
I knew I was a boy for as long as I can remember.
Growing up, I borrowed my older brother’s clothes—saggy pants and oversized shirts—and wanted to play sports and marbles like the boys in my neighborhood.
My mother tried to beat the boy out of me. I was scolded and abused by family members for being a marimacho (“dyke”). I was convinced that I was never going to be able to live as my true self. I feared I would hurt myself if I didn’t leave Mexico.
As a teen, I fled my hometown and made the dangerous 3,000-mile journey to New York where my sister lived. There I experienced a brand-new fear—that I would be deported back to Mexico and the abuse I fought so hard to escape.
But, with Immigration Equality on my side, I won asylum!
Please donate to Immigration Equality today so they can fight to protect asylum for others like me. Give now, and a generous donor will match your gift 100%!
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