As the one-year mark approaches of the suicide of my dear friend, Wayne, I start to wonder, what the true needs of my fellow gay, Asian men are. We did not see his pain or outlook on life. He was quiet but always seeming to appreciate the people and the world around him. He did not communicate his needs, or if he needed help at all.
It wasn't an issue of language, as his first language was English. As I've delved into the gay, Asian community as my own personal mission, simply making that connection is typically the issue. But taking that for granted, I never knew what was in his heart, in his soul.
Then again, I assume there was pain. I guess it's easy to assume pain is what drove him to take his life. All the time I knew him, I only saw strength. A quiet strength. That's why his death baffles me.
What do gay, Asian men need? What do men need? What do we ultimately need?