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PEOPLE profile journal biography identity friends dj vernimal pictures family THINGS interests publications culture odds and ends places links guestbook credits home vcmagsino@hotmail.com	I've been trying to accept who I am and what I have done. Those crazy "If only?" questions always pop up in my head, like "If only I was athletic." "If only I was white." "If only I was straight." Well I'm not, and I've come to accept it. Society has a funny way of frowning about certain aspects of who you are. I don't care about that anymore. Like me for WHO I am, and don't judge me by WHAT I am. Coming to terms with being academic, not athletic Growing up I always wanted to be that star quarterback or team captain of the basketball team. But I realized that I SUCKED at most sports, so I decided to use my mental capabilities instead. Coming to terms with being Filipino-American, not white Growing up I always thought I was different because of the color of my skin. Growing up in a predominately white society, it's hard for a young Filipino-American to feel accepted. Coming to terms with being gay, not straight Growing up I always thought there was something wrong with me because I didn't look at girls the way every other guy did; in fact, my attraction leaned to guys. I built up a person growing up who was not who I really was up until January 1, 2003 when I cracked. That was the night I didn't care who knew anymore.	SITE MAP BEING ACADEMIC BEING FILIPINO-AMERICAN BEING GAY YOU ARE HERE index>