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Naming <strong>Stigma</strong> <strong>and</strong> Discrimination<br />

<strong>toward</strong> Men who Have Sex with Men<br />

through Pictures<br />

Examples of Testimonies<br />

long-term relationship with a man, which they have accepted. They now realize<br />

they can’t change me!<br />

MSM Short Hair<br />

When I became a teenager I started to have sexual feelings for men. At first this<br />

was confusing to me, because I had been raised with the idea of having girlfriends<br />

<strong>and</strong> getting married. I fell in love with another teenage MSM <strong>and</strong> we had sex, <strong>and</strong><br />

I knew this was what I wanted. But I didn’t tell my parents <strong>and</strong> I kept my sex life<br />

secret. They had no idea that I was MSM.<br />

When I moved to Phnom Penh to go to university, I found it easier to have sex with<br />

men, without my parents finding out. I had many relationships <strong>and</strong> felt very happy<br />

about life. After leaving university I joined a company <strong>and</strong> began to do well in<br />

my career. The only problem is that my parents kept asking me to get<br />

married. Every time I went home for a visit, my mother would say,<br />

“When are we going to meet your wife to be? You are getting too<br />

old to be single. You should have children to take care of you in<br />

the future.”<br />

One day I went to visit my mother, taking along my boyfriend.<br />

My mother suspected nothing. She welcomed me <strong>and</strong> my<br />

friend, <strong>and</strong> invited us to have a shower before supper. We<br />

went stairs <strong>and</strong> when we undressed, I kissed my friend, not<br />

knowing my mother was st<strong>and</strong>ing behind me with a towel. She<br />

looked shocked, said nothing, threw the towel at me, <strong>and</strong> went<br />

downstairs. I felt very guilty. We stayed for dinner, but my<br />

mother said very little. Over the next year my mother stopped<br />

phoning me. I tried to phone her, but when I did, <strong>and</strong> my sister<br />

answered. I could hear my mother in the background, saying,<br />

“No, I don’t want to talk to him.”<br />

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