Alone in Wyoming, I Found My Place Through Karaoke
As a woman of color moving to Laramie, Wyoming, I was afraid that I wouldn’t fit in, that I would be unsafe. But at karaoke night at The Ruffed Up Duck, I found my place among the the defiant.
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’s only 10 p.m. when we walked into The Duck, but the place was already reaching maximum capacity (seventy-eight people, max). There was a small raised stage near the entrance. To its right, a karaoke jockey was taking song requests from a line of four people. A pool table occupied the space in front of the stage, shrinking as more and more people crowded around it.
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Jenny Tinghui Zhang is a Chinese-American writer and educator. She is currently an MFA candidate at the University of Wyoming and a 2016 VONA/Voices fellow. Her work has appeared in/is forthcoming from Apogee, CALYX, and The Rumpus, with essays in Huffington Post, Bustle, and HelloGiggles, among others. Her story “Curiosities” was shortlisted in Cosmonauts Avenue’s 2018 Nonfiction Contest judged by Ocean Vuong. She serves on the editorial staff of Adroit Journal and is finishing a collection of linked stories about a Chinese-American family. Find her at jennytinghui.com / @pantaloonies
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