As many of you know, I have created a new blog to document my experiences in Japan (“Life Abroad in Rural Japan“). Even as I type this entry up, I’m in the middle of another entry for said blog, so suffice it to say, I will stop updating my Facebook page with regards to posts on this blog, even though I’ll continue to update it periodically. I’ll eventually return to this blog ‘permanently’, but that won’t be until my time in Japan has expired.
“Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen. Like friends, too, we should return to them again and again for, like true friends, they will never fail us – never cease to instruct – never cloy.”
– Charles Caleb Colton
I think it’s important that I make a post about this, as it seems as though some people may be taken aback by how I handle friend requests and/or my friends list on Facebook. So, if we’re friends on Facebook or you’re tentatively deciding on whether-or-not to add me, please take the time to read the following, as I’m writing about it for a reason.
Popularity is not a priority to me.
I’m not quite sure who is still intent on being ‘popular’ in the adult world, but I can tell you that I’m not. I’m the type of guy that’s intent on being himself around others that can appreciate that. The Marine Corps has taught me to be a leader, to be courageous, bold, and to give nothing less than everything that I have to offer in everything that I do. I will always do my best to be straightforward and honest, but also understand that some friends can handle the bluntness of the truth and others – cannot. People might enjoy the fact that I’m a happy-go-lucky guy, but please never mistake my kindness as a form of weakness.
I think quality is better than quantity. It might be the introvert inside of me, but I would much-rather have a small handful of close friends that I can share anything and everything with, than a plethora of friends that I share bits and pieces about myself with. I actually used to do that. I used to have a large network of “friends” who I would share parts of my life about with, but never everything. For example, I’d have a person that I’d talk to about work-related stuff, religious stuff, personal stuff, and so on… Unfortunately, however, this left me feeling very-much broken, and longing for a much more meaningful relationship with people. Hence, I made a change that lead me to some of the best, long-lasting, and most meaningful relationships I’ve had in my life.
I’m very selective when it comes to who I call my friends.
I can still remember when I first looked up the definition and etymology of the word: “friend“. I felt as though I had not-only peaked but also surpassed the typical level of friendship with the Kagi (Kah-gee) family, and I wanted to begin calling them my family as our relationship with one another most-certainly felt that way. It was at this time that I wanted to find out whether or not someone could call a family member a ‘friend’ or even give the title of ‘family’ to a friend. To my dismay, the word ‘family’ is limited to people who share a common bloodline, which meant I technically couldn’t call a non blood-related person, ‘family’; However, I could call my family members ‘friends’. This didn’t quite sit well with me, though, as this would also bode true for adopted children; And a part of me refuses to believe that a child raised by people who adopted him/her, or even foster kids being raised by foster parents couldn’t refer to one another as a family member.At any rate, if you take the time to look it up, the word ‘friend’ is rooted into Old English, Proto-Germanic, and many other Indo-European based languages. Interestingly enough, the particle ‘fri-‘ (or pri-) is believed to be a present participle form meaning “to love”. So, when we get down to the root of the word, a friend is someone we love. It was after this discovery that I came to realize that I was using the word ‘friend’ haphazardly, because a true friend should be someone that I truly care about and sincerely love. Much like the word ‘love’, itself, (at least in today’s modern society) the word ‘friend’ has also been thrown around so much that it has nearly lost all of its meaning. From the moment I realized this though, I decided to make a conscious effort to refrain from calling -just anyone- my friend, and I’m proud to say that I have no regrets about it, thus far.
I don’t use the word “Love” unless I really mean it. As I mentioned previously, love has been used so much that I think we’ve diluted its true meaning. Interestingly enough, in Japanese society, the word 愛している (or “aishiteiru”) is such a strong form of “I love you” that they seldom use it and/or say it to one another. Even when we look at the Greek language, they have 4 different words for 4 different types of love. These words are agape, eros, philia, and storge. It was at a rather young age when I came to believe that people would tell each other they ‘loved’ one another, despite the fact that they only had very strong feelings of ‘like’ for the other person. I think that it was true when (some) students in high school and middle school started dating, and I think that it even extends to some adults, these days. Perhaps we need to educate ourselves a little bit more about this term and revere it for how strongly our bonds truly are or could potentially become, whenever we do use it.
I believe in the theory behind Dunbar’s Number. If you’re not familiar with the term, then I think you fall in line with the majority of people in this fast-paced social media world and society. It was actually while I was still a student that I stumbled upon an article in The New Yorker entitled, “The Limits of Friendship“. If you have the time, I highly recommend reading the aforementioned article.
The Dunbar number is actually a series of them. The best known, a hundred and fifty, is the number of people we call casual friends—the people, say, you’d invite to a large party. […] The next step down, fifty, is the number of people we call close friends—perhaps the people you’d invite to a group dinner. You see them often, but not so much that you consider them to be true intimates. Then there’s the circle of fifteen: the friends that you can turn to for sympathy when you need it, the ones you can confide in about most things. The most intimate Dunbar number, five, is your close support group. These are your best friends (and often family members). On the flipside, groups can extend to five hundred, the acquaintance level, and to fifteen hundred, the absolute limit—the people for whom you can put a name to a face. While the group sizes are relatively stable, their composition can be fluid. Your five today may not be your five next week; people drift among layers and sometimes fall out of them altogether.
My ex was a social butterfly. He had friends up the wazoo, and was (what seemed to me) always entertaining them and throwing a variety of different venues and inviting so many people that I didn’t know. I think that for him, it was fun, despite seeing him become anxious or exhausted after slaving away trying to get things prepped for the gala. Unfortunately, I didn’t feel like he had really close ties to many of these people. Not only that, but he seemed to have so many friends and acquaintances that his time became limited with each and every one of them, despite their continuous invitations for him to join them at other events.
I think it was at that point that I realized I didn’t want to be “that” friend. I didn’t want to spread myself so thin that the people who mattered to me the most (and vice-versa) got less of me than people I barely spoke to or even interacted with. It was also at that time, that I decided to prioritize my friendships and ensure that I didn’t drown out those people who were most important to me – just because social media would dub whose newsfeeds were more important than others’. Despite social media being a great form of keeping in touch with close friends and family, it also seems to me that it’s a deceiving platform, as it causes us to form a lot of pseudo-relationships with people we otherwise wouldn’t interact with. Not to mention that I have people who I am extremely close to who don’t even have a facebook account, so it’s for these reasons that I never take friend requests or unfriending someone on social media seriously.
Friendships can be just as strong as filial ties, to me. I grew up in a Filipino family with many Filipino customs and traditions, so I think I understand the amount of stress emphasized about the importance of family. For the majority of my life, my cousins were like my best friends. I honestly grew up thinking that it was normal to spend your weekends with your cousins, and I honestly didn’t think people did the same thing with their classmates. It wasn’t until I was in middle school or high school that phone calls started coming into the house from girls, and I remember my mom getting upset. I didn’t know it then, but I think she was more-so worried about me ruining my future than anything else (if she had only known they were strictly platonic… Hahaha); But I remember a conversation we had where she told me how family is there for you from the beginning and until the end; whereas friendships will inevitably fade away. I actually took this to heart and believed it, until I felt as though I had been betrayed by my family members (on more than one occassion).I was never really quite that fond of family, after what had happened to me as a kid, but in highschool I found it imperative that I confide in someone about my sexuality. I had initially told my cousin, Jasmin, who I was the closest to at the time and instantaneously felt relieved. She supported me and loved me and I became comfortable talking to her about anything and everything. I eventually told two more of our cousins who I thought that I could trust, and (to my knowledge) they never told anyone else. That is, until I had a falling out with one of them. A long story short, my cousin’s dad was out of town and she decided to throw a party at her house while he was away. Somehow her dad found out, and she blamed me for telling her dad despite the fact that I had no knowledge of what even happened. At any rate, the more I denied it, the more she continued to call me a liar and eventually got frustrated enough that she told all of our relatives that I was gay. Naturally, I felt as though I had become the black sheep of the family. No one ever really said anything, but the feeling of disapproval was there. There was also a more recent event where a cousin asked me to lend him $500, which I chose to do after hearing that he was struggling and would pay me back the following month, but then he decided to avoid me at all costs, after he got what he had asked me for.It was through these lessons, and more, that I turned away from family and created a strong network of friends. Although some of my friendships have had some rocky paths, I have to say that I have some friendships that are similar to that of filial ties as we get together for major holidays, birthdays, and the-like, and they love and accept me for the human being that I am. I honestly, wouldn’t have it any other way, as they make me feel whole and complete. At the end of the day, I feel truly blessed to have them all in my life.
My posts on Facebook can be personal at times. The internet is a very public space. We have various platforms such as Twitter, Instagram, and-the-like, but it would be nice if I could dedicate at least one of those platforms to people that I know and who know me. I’ve already made it so that my Facebook page is undiscoverable by searching for my email address, the vast majority of my posts are friends-only, and people who aren’t friends with someone that I know, can’t send me a friend request, either. Granted, I sneak in a few public posts once in awhile, but I figure that if it’s something that I’d be willing to openly share on my blog, Twitter, or any other public, social media platform, it probably wouldn’t hurt.
Facebook does not reflect the relationships I have in real life. I have close friends and family members who don’t even use Facebook, and I admire them for their dedication. I’ve stepped away from it a few times, with my longest time away from the platform being a year, but I’ve somehow always come back. As much as I’d like to keep in contact with friends via email, Facebook seems to be the platform where it’s the most easiest. Sadly, you also get people that you don’t know, who want to become friends on the platform, but never comment, like, or message you and it makes me wonder why they even sent you a friend request to begin with. I think those are the ones I’m most quick to unfriend when the time comes.
If we don’t communicate on Facebook from time-to-time I most-probably will delete/unfriend you. I think unfriending people is more difficult than I initially thought that it would be. I think people like to think that they’ve legitimately become friends with people on social media platform, even though they’re not, and become hurt when people deny and/or unfriend them. It’s the ideology that if we aren’t friends on social media, we can’t be friends or acquaintances in real life – and I think that’s rather ludicrous. In my opinion, it just underlines the problem we have with regards to the pseudo-relationships we form with people on social networking sites. I’m not saying that true and legitimate bonds can’t be forged via social media – because I know they can! – but I believe something inside of me yearns for something to come into fruition from physical, one-on-one, social interaction, as opposed to virtual ones.One of my oldest online friends is someone that I met via an online community called “livejournal.com” well-over 10 years ago. I used to post blog entries on their website after I felt as though keeping a physical journal was a bit risky due to the subject matter of what was written in them. At any rate, I frequently used livejournal until the original owner sold the website and ads were implemented to add revenue by the new owner. (It’s a bit eerie and somewhat nostalgic to go back and re-read some of my old posts there, though.) At any rate, my friend Jen and I were friends on livejournal first, and our friendship continued onto Myspace(?) and then Facebook and we have seemingly followed each other’s lives (for the most part) almost completely online. The first time we actually met one another was around 2012, when her and her husband travelled through Portland, Oregon while on a road trip together, and spent the night at my ex’s house with us. We actually had plans to meet sooner (I was still in the Marine Corps and she was still in the Navy), while we both were stationed in southern California, but for some reason I wasn’t able to make the trek out of 29 Palms for her going-away party near San Diego. I was rather bummed.
Despite our relationship being forged via the internet, though, I think the fact that we were bloggers who often created very personal posts on our blogs and shared them with one another only helped us to become closer. Facebook, however, doesn’t quite feel like the same environment to me. Unlike livejournal, there don’t seem to be as many moments of vulnerability in people’s personal posts, and when people do have something vulnerable to share, the words are often too little or too few to be able to empathize with them.
Much like livejournal though, I think it was our interactions with one another that helped us to form bonds with people we barely knew. It was usually during times when we had a lack of this sort of interaction on topics that we are passionate about or interested in, however, that it became easier to see that the other person was either disinterested or lacked the time or the effort to be vulnerable with us; Which (at least to me) is often a sign that perhaps we’re not a good fit for one another. I think the same rules apply when making posts on Facebook about things we’re passionate about. Silence from our ‘friends’ at these times of vulnerability is never a good sign to me.
I have very high standards. If anything, the Marine Corps has taught me to always hold myself to high standards, and I think it’s natural that the same rule applies to my relationships with people, as well. My mom always used to tell me that I was a very “hard-headed” (and even stubborn as a child), and I think that it holds true of my character, even today. More often than not, I know what I want and I will do everything in my power to acquire it. I think this form of dedication is also true in many aspects of my life, including my relationships with people, as I not-only hold my friends to high standards, but I also hold myself accountable for ensuring that I’m being the best friend that I can possibly be to them. Should there be any doubts, my actions often speak the loudest. I’m not about to describe all of them here, but I think the people closest to me know some of the lengths that I’m willing to go to, just for them. My acquaintances, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t. I think people often believe that just because you’re a friendly or happy-go-lucky person that you’ll be a push-over, but I’m far from that. Should an acquaintance see me in a negative light; however, it really doesn’t phase me. Afterall, if you’re not in my close network of people, and I’m confident in who I am, who I want to be, and my friends feel positive about these things (about me) then why should I care about the thoughts or misguided perceptions of someone who doesn’t even know me? Would you care?
At the end of the day, I know these things to be true about me, as I’ve been told by many people that I’m a very loyal, trustworthy, dedicated, harsh and fierce realist who would easily bend over backwards for the people he loves. Honestly, I don’t shy away from a good conversation, but I’m not the slightest bit interested in small talk or meaningless ones. I’m a “dive into the deep-end of the pool, first” kind of guy, but I will always go back to ensure the people who I love are doing okay, should they opt not to tag along with me.
At any rate, my relationship goals are almost always for the long-haul, with people who I can confide in (and vice-versa), as well as entertain, with meaningful conversations about some of the most minute little things. Chats that vary from topics like our current life situations or our career goals, the current state of our society, international relations, religion, or even the cosmos. I think one of the most powerful conversations of all, however, is the one you can have in silence with one another, all-the-while enjoying a nice warm cup of something delicious next to someone who enjoys your company.
I finally had some time to get a bit more familiar with the Society6 website, and was able to customize my t-shirt/clothing designs to be a bit more colorful and less transparent than they previously were. I ordered some for myself, as there’s currently a sale going on; which ends Saturday March 14th, at midnight! :) It’s not limited to clothes either, as the discounts apply to tote bags, coffee bugs, pretty much everything available. ;)
At any rate, now I just have to wait a few weeks for my packages to get to Japan. XD AHHHHH! Hahahah. I just hope I get my tank tops before I head out to Okinawa in April.
“Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.” ― Gerard Way
This kid is brown.
He grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood. He never realized a difference between him and the other kids until one day, one of his classmates asked him, “Hey. You’re black right?” in which he inquisitively looked at his skin and retorted: “No, I’m brown.” Growing up, he never gave it much thought, but he was one of fewer than 5 black kids in his elementary school, in the inner city. As he got older, he slowly began to realize that being half Filipino and African-American, he was never “black enough” for the black cliques and was never “asian enough” for the asian cliques. He was just… different, which frustrated him as he got into his teens and wanted nothing-more than to ‘fit in’. He was called a ‘nigger’ for the first time during middle school and it confused him beyond belief. He wondered how, or why, anyone could hate him just because of the color of his skin. Despite this, he continued to live his life and, fortunately, (something that still sticks with him, even today) was actually said to him in 8th grade. A fellow student told him that he should be proud of the person he was, as she sincerely believed that he was born to ‘stand out’ and that he should never, ever change.
This kid grew up fatherless.
He never thought of it as strange; At least, not until he came to realize it while he was in the 5th grade and playing on the playground. At that instant, he felt so overwhelmed with feelings of abandonment that he began to tear up, and the kids around him called for his teacher, Mr. Meyers. Mr. Meyers, who was a very stern-looking man, a man who struck fear into students due to his serious demeanor and New York personality and accent, came to his side and took the time to console him. He let him know that his father was missing out on a great kid and that this kid would grow up to be someone any parent would be proud to acknowledge as their son. It was enough to make him stop crying at the time, but wasn’t enough to make him stop asking the question: “Why doesn’t he want me?” He wrote him countless of letters, and even in his twenties, he managed to find his father’s address and phone number but was turned away when a lady answered the phone and refused to give the phone to the man he was asking for.
Despite being fatherless; however, this kid had an amazing single-mother that gave up and sacrificed so much of herself to ensure that this kid (and his little brother) grew up with a better chance at life than she did. Not only this, but as he has gotten older, he has realized that there have been a multitude of father-figures that have been outstanding role-models to him throughout his lifetime who have demonstrated, to an extent, the type of man, person, and human being he desires to be.
This kid had (and often-times still has) very little self-esteem.
This kid has spent most of his life overweight. Even today, despite the fact that people tell him that he no longer looks like the 19-year old in the photo to the right, deep down he feels as though he’s still the same, fat, unattractive person in the photo. He often wishes that he was more active during his youth, but wishing these things wouldn’t have helped to shape him into the person that he is, today. He often hides himself behind his smile, and people can rarely tell when he’s in a bad mood because he’s learned how to wear the mask so well. Granted, there are some times when he can no longer hide behind the mask, and his true feelings and emotions are revealed. It’s during these times that he feels the most vulnerable, as he fears that if people see him in this way he’ll be rejected.
As a form of discipline that his mother learned from first-hand experience herself, he was also spanked as a child. After further research into the topic, he came to learn and understand that one of the few long-term effects/repercussions of spanking consist of a low self-esteem. After learning this, he has vowed that should he ever have kids, he wants to avoid this type of discipline at all costs in order to ensure his kids grow up with a greater feeling of self-worth than he did.
This kid lives to please others.
Growing up as an only child, this kid always found the concept of ‘sharing’ a very difficult task. The concept was almost surreal as his closest relatives lived on the other side of town and didn’t visit him ‘frequently enough’ for him to grasp the idea of sharing. Not only that, but out of all of his relatives he was the only one that didn’t have any siblings; at least, not until he was twelve years old. Until then, he was spoiled rotten by a plethora of gifts, toys and money that he was able to do whatever he wanted to do with, making the task of sharing a bit more difficult than it could have been.
When he turned twelve, however; his little brother was born, which turned his world around a bit, as he was no longer allowed to be selfish and the center of attention. Instead, as he grew into his teenage years he actually had to sacrifice much of the time he would have spent with other teens and potential friends so that he could stay at home and watch his younger brother. From the time before he left for school, to the time he got home, he was the live-in nanny. Or, “manny”? His grades seemed to plummet, the most, the closer he got to graduation day, as he found it difficult to balance his task of taking care of his younger brother while also completing his homework. Regardless, he believed it was the fact that he was needed in order to raise his younger brother that he did things for the sake of others; Regardless of the burden it may have implemented on him, his own life, and his own goals. As long as he knew that it was beneficial in the long-run, despite it hindering in his own personal affairs, he was almost always willing to compromise.
However, this perspective of his changed when he came home one day to multiple police cars in front of his home, and police tape blocking all access to the house. He walked frantically towards the scene to see a printer lying on the front lawn with the front living-room window shattered. He immediately tried to rush to the house, but the police officers stopped him. His mind was going a mile-a-minute as he thought about the terrible things that could have happened to his mother, or his little brother, as tears flooded his eyes. Thankfully, later-on, he was relieved to find that his mom’s boyfriend was taken to jail and his mother and younger brother were fine. It was at this time that he came to realize he was compromising too much of himself, and needed a way to ensure that his family was safe, and far away from this lunatic. They all packed their things and left for his aunt’s apartment in a different city, but it was only a matter of time before his mom contacted her boyfriend and reconciled. Despite the fact that he voiced his concerns and told his mom that he didn’t want her to go back to such an abusive relationship he stood his ground and decided to continue living with his aunt, rather than return to that abusive home. Until this day, he feels remorseful, as he felt as though he was leaving his little brother in a dangerous environment (in order to get away), but there was nothing he could do to convince his mom otherwise. It was the only thing he could do at the time, and despite his hopes that his mom would choose to keep their family together, rather than continue to be in a relationship with such a loose cannon, she chose her boyfriend over her son. In the end, he felt as though his mom had abandoned him and chose to be with an abuser over her own son, which created a rift between them for years.
During all of this mayhem, however, as a parting gift, he received the surprise of a lifetime as several people came together to give him a prepaid cell phone so that he could keep in contact with them no matter where he moved to. He hadn’t received such a meaningful gift, like this, his entire life, so suffice it to say – it literally brought him to tears to think that people cared about him so much that they bought him a cell phone in order for him to keep in touch with them.
This kid was unofficially adopted.
Despite being over the age of 18, this kid was blessed by a family he had met while attending church during his teenage years, who (throughout the course of time) invited him to every holiday they celebrated from the Fourth of July, Easter to Thanksgiving, to Christmas and New Year’s. Every holiday you can think of, he was being constantly invited, and he was eventually no longer being introduced as a friend, or a family friend, but as a ‘son’ and even as a ‘brother’.
It was through this bond and through this relationship he formed with people that despite the fact that they lacked an immediate bloodline to one another, strong bonds could form. Not only this, but he also learned that he had some control over the people he wanted in his life, which inevitably helped him to form some strong bonds with people he invested time and effort into/with.
Over the years, it has become apparent to him that it was actually through some of his hardships (via past relationships) that he’s learned to appreciate the good that comes from friendships and bonds he has formed with people. For the longest time, he wouldn’t let people close to him due to a fear of being hurt or abandoned, but after forming such a tight bond with the family that adopted him, he also came to learn that people are willing to treat you just as close, if-not closer, than some of your own relatives treat you. It’s a lesson he has learned and chooses to cherish to the deepest part of his core (even today).
This kid is a Marine Corps veteran.
This was actually quite the milestone for this kid, as he never wanted to join the Navy due to the fact that his father was a deadbeat that worked for the United States military; However, at the age of twenty-three, he had enough of his retail job and wanted the chance and opportunity to travel the world and commit to something bigger than himself. Not only this, but he didn’t want to join just any military branch, but he wanted to join the Marine Corps specifically as an indirect way of raising a middle finger to his father, as well as inadvertently telling his dad that he was (in a sense) a bigger, badder, and tougher man than his father could ever be. Not only that, but he wanted to put himself in similar shoes so that he could prove to himself, once and for all, that he wouldn’t make the same poor decisions as his father did, all those years ago.
The interesting thing about the Marine Corps that this young kid didn’t know, however, was that during boot camp, he would be broken down as an individual, and put together again as a strong-willed, confident, and distinguished human being that worked in conjunction with his respective unit. It was through this process that he actually gained self-confidence, despite his upbringing and lack of self-esteem, he came to realize that he had courage that he didn’t know he had. It was through traits that were instilled in him through his Marine Corps service that he was able to learn to stand up for himself, stand up for what he thought was right, and stand up for what he believed in. This only fueled his passion and his drive. Although he was able to create some strong bonds with other military personnel, he was also trying hard to change a part of himself, which he inevitably came to realize could never be changed.
This kid was molested when he was young.
The kid on the right was molested at such a young age that the memories of molestation are almost the most dominant memories of his childhood. He can’t vividly remember when the molestation started or who it was exactly that molested him, but he does remember it was a male family member or family friend and occurred in the house he lived in at the time. Not only that but he wasn’t even sure if he was the only one that experienced it, as he was living in a house with other young, extended male family members. He felt so ashamed. His molester told him that if he told his mom, or anyone else for that matter, that she/they would disown him and be disgusted of him, so he never told her.
There are only a handful of people that he’s told throughout the course of his lifetime. Interestingly, one of the most influential male figures in his life actually cried with him as he was able to empathize with his situation, as he was molested by a man when he was younger, as well. This only allowed him to form a stronger bond with this figure who he sees as a father-figure, even today.
The molestation left the young kid confused for most of his life. His molester taught him how to masterbate at an extremely young age, and forced him to do things that he didn’t know other kids weren’t exposed to. There was actually one time, near the end of his molestation days, where he remembers something happened where someone other than his regular molester straddled him down on a bed and whipped his penis out and wouldn’t get off of him until he put the penis in his mouth. Once he did, he was called a faggot, laughed at and mocked. He buried himself under the covers and cried, wishing his mom would come home. His mom worked a full-time job in order to provide for him, and naturally, she thought he was safe at home (with ‘family’) but little did she know he was being tormented while she was gone.
This made for a very confusing childhood for this young boy. While in elementary school, he was approached by a blonde hair, blue-eyed boy, his own age (1st-2nd grade) who expressed a sexual interest in him. He didn’t initiate anything himself, but he soon found himself engaging in sexual contact with this neighborhood boy named, Jesse. They found hiding spots around the neighborhood and no one knew what they were doing. This continued until one day, Jesse and his family moved away and out of the neighborhood. In 5th grade, this kid developed his first crush on a boy in his class. He found himself spending more time on the playground with the girls, rather than the boys, and collecting Lisa Frank stickers like it was something boys were supposed to do. His mom didn’t seem to bat an eye, and indulged him in his desires to collect these ultra feminine, fuchsia, glittery stickers.
He recalls one summer, he went over to a neighborhood friend’s house and randomly entering their living room to sit down and watch tv with his friend’s older sister (who was in high school at the time). At some point, the tv started to talk about gays and homosexuals when he came to the realization of what he was. After the short program, he turned to his friend’s sister and inquired about what ‘gay’ meant. She explained to him that it was when people of the same sex liked each other. After hearing her explanation, he proceeded to ask her – ‘Is that bad?’ and her response to his question would haunt him for most of his life, as she said: ‘Yes. It’s very bad.’
This kid has been hiding in the closet for most of his life.
This kid has been ashamed for so much of his life. He felt like he was an anomaly. He was the dark-skinned family member who never really quite fit in. He wasn’t white, he wasn’t black enough, he wasn’t asian or Filipino enough, and he wasn’t straight enough; and this ate away deep down inside of him (without his knowledge). He began to hate himself. There were times he cried himself to sleep because he wanted to control how he felt and how he looked, but regardless of how hard he tried, he felt perpetually ‘stuck’.
When he was sixteen, he escaped his real life and used the internet to interact with others like himself. It was through these interactions that his typing skills excelled and before he knew it, he could type faster than most of his family members. One night, at a family get-together, one of his uncles asked him to log onto AOL (America Online), enter a chat room, and type for him. He did so without thinking twice, and before he knew it he was typing out everything his uncle had asked him to, and was hitting-on some random AOL user. His uncle then asked him to find out who we were talking to, and to both of their surprises, they realized they were hitting on another guy. His uncle freaked out and proceeded to laugh, point, and announce out-loud that his nephew was hitting on a guy online. Everyone laughed.
Later that night, while he sat at the computer, chatting, his Mom entered the room and asked him a question, using her angry and stern voice: “Who are you talking to? You better not be talking to another guy! Tell me now: Are you gay?!” He wanted so badly to tell her yes, but knowing the tone and the inflection of her voice, he cowered and said ‘No’. In a response that felt like it took less than a split second, she retorted, ‘Good! You better not be!’ From that point on, he felt even more ashamed. He didn’t choose this life, he didn’t choose to be attracted to men, he didn’t choose to be born into this family, he didn’t choose to be biracial, he didn’t choose to be a minority; nor did he choose to be molested by a family member. Nonetheless, it all felt hopeless.
Feeling as though he was nearing the end of his support system, he reached out to the family that would later adopt him, and hand wrote a long letter about his homosexuality and asked them if they would still love him even if he was gay. He gave Robin the note, moments before he was about to leave to go home, and to much of his surprise, Pat and Robin were both fine with it. He felt such a strong sigh of relief, as though a huge weight and a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He couldn’t help but shed a few tears that night. Had his final support system given up on him, he would have likely been yet another suicidal statistic of the times. Little do they know, they saved this kid’s life as all he really wanted was to know that someone out there would love him unconditionally, despite the various flaws he felt he had.
After telling them, however, they all shared concerns about who they could and couldn’t tell, with regards to his sexual orientation, as the church they belonged to wasn’t as accepting as their family was. Regardless, he felt loved and accepted for everything that he was, and still feels this way about the Kagi family, today. As a Christian, however, he still had a desire to be “like everyone else” so when he considered joining the Marine Corps, he legitimately believed that the added testosterone levels would help him become more interested in the opposite sex.
During his time in the service, he didn’t participate in sexual relations of any kind. He did, however, indulge himself in trying to watch straight pornography and even lesbian pornography in hopes that it would get him more interested in women, but that didn’t work either. There was even a point where he became quite close to a female Marine, but despite his desire to engage in something more with her, he wasn’t even remotely sexually attracted to her as he was to other men.
When he was home on leave from the Marine Corps, it seemed as though he even managed to fool most of his own family members regarding his orientation. Most of them found out that he was gay, during high school, after one of his cousins told all of his relatives he was gay after she thought he had betrayed her trust by narking on her to her father, about a party he knew nothing about. His relatives asked questions behind his back, like, “Is he still gay?” as though, he didn’t know they were talking about him. Sure, he went to a countless number of straight bars and clubs, flirted with a variety of different women, but it didn’t change who he was inside, nor did it change who he was naturally attracted to.
As a Marine, he served during a time of DADT (Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell) and he didn’t mind that. He felt as though the DADT protected him from being asked whether he was gay or not, so he had no qualms with the policy. The Marine Corps had an interesting play on words for DADT, however, as Marines would say “we can’t ask, but we can tell…” To be completely honest, though, even he could tell who some of the gay Marines were, based off of some of their mannerisms and how they carried themselves. He even knew of a few Marines that suspected/knew he was gay, as well. They kept their general distance from him, but that’s kind of what he preferred at the time, anyway.
His idea of the policy was shattered, however, when one of his mentors personally asked him if he was gay. He answered openly and honestly, and his mentor chuckled and said, “I knew it!” His mentor didn’t care that he was gay, so long as he didn’t go around hitting on other Marines and making them feel uncomfortable; So, naturally, he felt so much relief in this new bond and friendship they had formed that, even today, he tries to keep in contact with them as much as he can.
It wasn’t until after his time in the Marine Corps, and once he entered college that he met some extremely open-minded people. It was actually due to this supportive group of friends that he was able to eventually find himself in his first relationship with another man. He introduced his boyfriend to his friends and to his adopted family. Life was great and life was grand… for a short while. The relationship was moving fast, but eventually crumbled when he was given an ultimatum in which he had to choose whether he wanted to stay in the area and raise a family, or attempt to leave for Japan and work his dream job. Suffice it to say, he chose his dream job over a man he legitimately loved, simply because he couldn’t see himself live a life with such a huge regrettable decision. Most of his actual family members don’t know about Reid; except for one of his cousins who had lunch/dinner with them a couple of times. Being in a relationship with a man for the first time, felt very fulfilling to him. He finally felt happy, and accepted, but a part of him also wished that he wasn’t so closeted; However, at the time he was a bit afraid of losing some people in his life.
Today, however, he finally has all the courage he needs to let the world know his story. He wanted to wait to tell his mother and younger brother face-to-face, but he already knows that they know. He knows that his biological mom and his aunt have talked about him, and his aunt has tried to convince his mom to love him and accept him for who he is. A part of him also feels like his younger brother already knows, as well, but that’s merely speculation. To be sincerely honest, growing up, a part of him felt as though he needed to keep his distance from his younger brother in order to prevent him from becoming gay, too; But he knows better now.
This kid was (and still is) me.
I started writing this blog entry after watching a very fascinating TED talks video, recently. Suffice it to say, on my very last day (while on vacation) in Seoul, I hit a wall that seemed impermeable, at the time. I had a stew of emotions inside of me that consisted of feelings of homesickness, heartache, anger, jealousy, regret, sadness, and a myriad of other things. I’m usually quite exceptional when it comes to controlling these emotions, but they all managed to pour out all at once, and I just needed a way to vent all of these frustrations out.
After a few days of sulking and some uncontrollable tears that escaped my eye sockets, I decided to make a change. I wanted to take the time to assess my life for all of the bad things that have occurred, and in doing so – I was also able to acknowledge and recognize and understand how all of these things have shaped me to become the human being I am, today. I think one of the biggest hurdles for me, most recently, was the self-realization that I have some very strong feelings for a guy out here. Despite the fact that we engaged in a tryst, it turned out to be a bit more difficult for me when I realized nothing more would come from that experience except for a platonic friendship. Honestly, a part of me found it difficult to conceptualize that the feelings I had for him wouldn’t be returned, and that left me feeling unwanted, ugly, and rejected. These feelings, coupled with the idea of homesickness, the weight I’m still trying to lose after the breakup I had with my ex, and other self-esteem and self-confidence issues that I have, all crumbled on top of me and I just couldn’t hold it in, anymore. The fact that 2015 is right around the corner, however, was enough to get me to realize that I needed to take the time to clean out the skeletons and dust clouding my mind, once and for all. I’m sure that some of the things I said will probably cause a bit of conflict and confusion amongst my friends and family members, but this was all burdened inside of me; festering for nearly three decades begging to come out – and now that they’re loose, they are no longer my burden to bear.
I want 2015 to be a different year for me. Sure, most of my friends on FB (or other social media sites) probably won’t read this to its entirety, but that wasn’t my sole purpose or my intent – I just wanted an outlet. Sure, I may lose a few friendships and relationships along the way, but I figure that I don’t need close-minded and intolerant people in my life. I finally know who I am, and I have so many supportive people around me that to lose a few people in my life, really doesn’t matter. I’ve always wanted the best for others, but likewise, I also want the best for me and my life. With that said, I finally feel free.
“Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.” – Arthur Miller
A lot has been weighing on my mind lately, but something has been made clear to me during this time of stress and problem solving. I don’t believe anyone can live without any regrets. By definition, the word regret means: ‘to feel sorrow or remorse for (an act, fault, disappointment, etc.)’ or ‘to think of with a sense of loss.’
I believe we’ve all experienced these things, whether they’re remorse for our choice of words, our lack of words, our lack of action, or even in our choice of action. In the end, we may justify what we did by telling ourselves that we chose the ‘best’ logical option, but what qualifies as the “best”? Is it an option that doesn’t compromise at all, compromises a lot, or compromises a little? What if you were told options 1 through 10 existed (with number 10 being the ‘best option’), but you could only choose between 1 through 4; Would that automatically make “4 the ‘best’ option”?
I think life is about choosing to live with the most minimal regrets possible. I remember (at the time) I felt so much regret for not talking to a recruiter soon enough regarding my re-enlistment into the Marine Corps; however, had I re-enlisted I would have never had the opportunity to meet some of the most amazing and influential people in my life, as I pursued my Bachelor’s degree. Not only that, but it was my pursuit of higher education that lead me to working in Japan, which in-and-of-itself has given me a wealth of new-found experiences that I would have missed out on – had I re-enlisted. In the end, I’ve come to realize that I’m happy with my choices, and I’m happy with the regrets that have lead me to where I am, today. Regardless, I believe at the end of it all, I know I’ll be right where I need to be.
I, like you, am heartbroken about what happened to Michael Brown, and what’s happened to so many others. I have read the posts, watched the videos, and prayed for justice and peace. It is so sickening that it’s hard to sleep. I have so much to learn about how I should even think about these tragedies and I am choosing to listen rather than express my opinions about most of this issue.
The part I do feel I understand well enough to speak to is the invalidating commentary by my fellow white people.
People of privilege, aka white people, aka my friends and family,
I know you might think your comments are harmless, or maybe you think it is fun to debate or “play the devil’s advocate,” but please keep in mind that in a land not so far away, people…teenagers even, are actually dying over this.