About Me
I’m a filipino; I’m studying to be a nurse and classical musician, stereotypical on the nurse part, haha; and I’ve known that I was different since I was 6 years old. Way early. I remember telling my parents, in a very playful manner that “I think I’m half boy half girl!” It’s kind of funny thinking about that. From that young of age, I thought I was a half a girl. Haha. It’s crazy.
In elementary school I’d always play with the girls, though I had the guy crowd to always go to. It wasn’t until I was in 4th grade when the brutal teasing began. I didn’t know I liked boys. At that point I thought that I still liked girls. I think that was the year i learned how to masturbate too. Haha. Fun year. I always ate with the guys, but that year I switched and sat with all the girls. They loved. Some had crushes on me, and many ther were best friends for life… and some still are.
One day I decided to play kick ball with the guys. I was pretty good at it. I’d always kick the ball outside the field, but people would always catch it… OUT. I was a fast runner, I was tall, a competitive swimmer. I was hard headed. Competition all the time. I approached the team captain and asked to play. They let me. A coupld of minutes later, a group of asshole misfits in the team I was playing in asked me “Aren’t you gay?!”… “No…” … “YOU ARE GAY!”
In two minutes these guys started chanting “Daniel’s Gay Daniel’s Gay!” throughout the whole school yard. It was embarassing. I cried to my girl friends, they told me they’d do something about it. They taught me how to create a grudge, stand tough, and be a fierce bitch. Though that really isn’t my nature, I did exactly that… as I went into high school.
I actually didn’t know how I acted. My mom always told me that I was a little more flamboyant, and she’d always tell me to stop. My hands would flare sometimes, and my mom would slap my hand. It was fun I guess. Haha.
Through High School I became involved in a lot of things, from music, theater, and sports. I’d like to call my self a jack of all trades, kind of. But I noticed that I learned a lot from my childhood. I learned that it was traumatic, and from that I learned how to defend myself, take a firm stand, and speak my mind.
Very, very Eleanor Roosevelt. Haha. Now I’m in college, at a school that does not accept Homosexuals. Yes…. A Christian University. Contrary to thought, I am a Christian. I am a follower of Christ, and I will always be a follower of Christ. If that turns you off, or if that bothers you, than you are following the wrong person. I do struggle with my faith, but I manage, and I am faithful that through hard work and preservation, that I will be able to grow closer to my God. For you Gay Christians out there, follow my other blog dedicated to my struggles with my faith!!
if you really want to know who I am, message me. :)
