Once there I saw both sexuality and race from a unique perspective. Indian culture has liberated and controlled the sexuality and race of its people and countless visitors for millennia. The entire fabric of the country is wound tight with sexual tension and underlying racism. For the first time in my life my race wasn’t invisible. I got called names, people looked at and treated me differently. Men and women stared at me because of my complexion and presumed details about my personal life. But most important, I felt alone. I had never experienced the normal sexual confines of a typical American childhood. Both my parents were formally religious and willing to nurture if not discuss sexuality. With such an open-minded and accepting community of nature loving Grateful Dead social rejects, overwhelmed by enough liberal love I was able to make my way into world and discover the functions of gender and sex without the restrictions of a larger social setting. Besides the devoted nurture of my parents and the extraordinary natural environment I developed in; one more aspect led to my smooth transition into the chaos of the world. This was my love for humanities. The beauty of that umbrella of literature, history, cultural studies and philosophy is that it has ‘human’ in the very word. Knowledge is the most powerful tool in overcoming the bias and prejudice that exist in all cultures. More importantly than that it is what keeps us trying to learn more about each