One evening, I was hanging out at the hostel. It had gotten quite late and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. I overheard another guest, who was Kyrgyz, at the hostel saying she was going to go find some dinner, and I asked if I could join her. She suggested we go to a food court down the street, where we could get pizza and street food at this hour.
She spoke some English and this is verbatim the conversation that we had as we walked down the street:
Her: “Can I ask you a question?” [giggle]
Me: “Sure.”
Her: “Are you a girl or a boy?” [giggle]
Me: “well… I was born female…”
Her: “…but you feel like a boy.”
Me: “Yes.”
Her: “In our culture this is something totally unbelievable. People would never accept this here. If you say you are gay, you are dead. If a guy says, ‘I am gay,’ the next day he would be killed. Totally like this. For girls, it is not as bad. She would be told to go to the mosque, and pray to the saints to change her mind.”
Me: “Do you know anyone like this?”
Her: “What do you mean?”
Me: “A girl who dresses like a boy.”
Her: “Yes, I know a few people like this. I don’t know them well, but I’ve seen them before, maybe on Instagram. But if a boy wants to look like a girl? That would be totally unacceptable. He would be beaten to death. It doesn’t matter if it’s a friend, a neighbor, a family member, they would kill him for this. I think it’s because we are Muslim. I don’t know. Kyrgyz people are kind of wild.” [laughs]
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