forget-me-not (book)
Book Details 168pages / Bilingual in Japanese and English Dimensions (boxed): 250mm x 175mm, 800g 83 limited editions only（all made to order by the author) Photographs / Text / painting / printing / Bookbinding / Slipcase making : Keiji Fujimoto
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I am not very emotional in general. I think this is probably because I am gay and for a long time I hid my feelings.
I knew I was attracted to men in junior high school, but I could not tell anybody, of course. I always felt I was standing outside, looking in. I hated group projects; was put o by collective action. I just hoped to love someone. I wanted to do normal things that two people do, like holding hands and walking on the street with someone I loved. Instead, I hid my emotions and kept to myself, hating everyone around me who lived the “normal” life of the straight majority.
After I graduated from high school, I started traveling to escape the vicious isolation of being an outsider in a culture that values going along with the group. Although I did not speak English, I decided to go to university in the U.S. I think I was trying to build a new image, a new sense of who I was, by doing something most people would not do. I traveled and studied and developed a sense of myself as a photographer and a world traveler and, I thought, a whole person.
I was 28 years old when I came out to my family. I remember thinking, “My new life starts now.” But it had not. I just compartmentalized my worries and built an image of myself that I thought I would be proud of. My parents accepted me and my announcement that I was gay with smiles, but I imagine they struggled with this new version of me, too.
For me, accepting that I was gay was not only about sex or loving a person who is the same sex as I am. The solitude and the struggle, the years without sharing honest feelings with family and friends seemed to be essential to developing my sense of myself as a gay man. For so many years I felt separated from the world and the people around me but through that long time of suffering, I never turned against myself.
I am proud to be gay. I love experiencing the world as a gay man. I hear sounds and see colors I would not notice if I was straight and thought my view was the way everyone saw the world. Surely, this is a gift. The world is more beautiful the way the sounds and colors come to me now. But this is a relatively new revelation brought to me through the production of my photo book, “Forget-me-not.”
The days I spent making this book, facing this book – conceptualizing it, selecting its photos, choosing their order and display, sewing the binding of each chapter of my life – these have been the days that I have grown to face myself. Watching the book grow, I learned about a man who was born in Hiroshima and grew up. A man who experienced kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school. Who moved to Tokyo. He then started traveling to escape the harsh reality of being a sexual minority in Japan, and so he went to university in the U.S. After graduation, he spent time in Nepal and New York, working and beginning the practice of pursuing his personal documentary photo projects. Then, he moved to Kenya in order to photograph gay African men who are struggling with the same questions he was.
Readers will find me everywhere in this book. Page after page, pictures show my smiling face, my worrying face, my wandering face. And they show the friends whose photos I captured along the way, gay men in Kenya and Uganda.
The word gay does not only explain my gender. When I use it, it explains who I am – the struggle I have lived around the world in order to look at myself and remember who I was and how I became who I am. This is not the story of 7.5 percent of the total population. It is the story of Keiji Fujimoto, who is the only one living in this world, just as my gay friends are the only ones living in their world, shaped by their struggles. I didn’t recognize and accept the solidarity of my journey until I made this book. For that reason, it is a treasure to me.
Of course, this book is not just about my personal story of growing up gay in Japan, but it is an expression of gratitude and respect for the African men I have spent time with.
Now, I hope that this book will fall into the hands of other people who are tormented by the social struggles in their own cultures, as I was. This book does not have to be put on the top shelf, it can be kept closer at hand, near its readers’ bodies, breathing next to them, breathing with them.
I stitch and assemble each book by hand. I call it Edition 83 because I was born in 1983 and it has taken me until the creation of this book to be honest with myself, about myself. As I make each book, I think that one other person will own it – someone. I do not really care how much time I spend making each book. I have spent a long, long time accepting myself.
Keiji Fujimoto
