The passage of Proposition 8 in California has made me angry, so much so that I feel it imperative to tell you that I will no longer be Mr. Nice Gay. I will no longer be passive. If I were any more passive, as an Asian American, I'd turn into William Hung or the "Me so horny" girl from Full Metal Jacket. I'm actually glad that Seung-hui Cho shot up Virginia Tech last year, because he was under so much strain that he fucking snapped. I don't agree with what he actually did, because it was a tragedy, but it was about fucking time that someone who had to live up to the goddamn Model Minority stereotype just up and snapped. I never said that before, but guess what? Things have changed, people. I am fundamentally a nice person, but I will not be cowed. If I'm angry and choose to vent my emotions on this Facebook, I have the right to do so. I will not, however, be told that I can't say these things because it's not the proper thing to do. Yeah, whatever. It was not proper for those Mormon honkies to contribute to the passage of Proposition 8. You never know, people, Gladys Knight and David Archuleta's family and the goddamn Osmonds may have helped in taking away the rights and responsibilities of 18,000 gay couples in California. Why the fuck did Gladys even become a Mormon? She could have simply renewed her Southern Baptist faith or become a Buddhist like Tina Turner, instead of joining the ultimate white people religion. I'm sorry, but if you're a person of color and Mormon, you might as well just tick "white" the next time you fill out a form. It was never proper for my family to move every few years. I hate my family. I hate them so much. They belittle me, infantilize me, and don't treat me like I matter. They even voted for John McCain. Sarah fucking Palin, and Proposition 8! I hate Eminem. I hate 50 Cent. I hate hip hop music. That's right. With only a few exceptions, I despise HIP HOP. Whenever I hear it, it reminds me of the people who harassed me all those years ago in high school. I hate women of color who try to look white, like Beyonce/Sasha Fierce Knowles and Tyra Banks. You bitches are women of color - look like them instead of caricatures of white people! Take out the goddamn weave/lace front/whatever, drop the whitening cream, and start looking like the women of color that your mothers raised you to be! I hated my four years at ISA. I never made any friends, I always seemed to make enemies, and I never received any real help from the staff and faculty. It was always "Do your homework and maybe the problems will go away!" NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! I hate "WHITE PEOPLE", and by 'WHITE PEOPLE", I mean those of the Caucasian variety who deliberately or not make it impossible for anyone who is not white, male, Christian, heterosexual, and privileged to reach for the stars and attain the stars. I hate the Roman Catholic Church. I never signed on to be a Catholic. It was enforced upon me like Catholicism was enforced upon the Filipinos 500 years ago. I'll tell you guys something - on my First Communion, I choked on a communion wafer! I didn't get any support. Some cunt in the front row told me that I had committed a sin against God and would burn in hellfire for all eternity. I wanted to kill that cunt right then and there. I do believe in a God, and I do believe in being good to people, but I also believe that the time has come for me to reveal my true self: a pissed-off, Filipino-American, gay, progressive with issues. I may look all docile, but trust me, I will cut a bitch if given the chance. That's why I have been raving and ranting about that Jewish bastard Yuri Beckelman. That's why I have sought to name and shame Vincent Vasquez and his enabling whore of a wife, Rissah. That's why I hope Misty Vandenburgh burns in hell, wherever she is. That's why I've posted this here note. Are you sufficiently proud of me now? I've been bullied and harassed for 27 goddamn years! I don't have anyone in my corner, and by the time you read this, I won't be surprised if you decide to remove yourself from my friends list and never speak of me again. I am sorry for having to do this, but I am NOT sorry for why I am doing this. Thanks for your time.