It may be wrong of me to take out my paintbrush and with one broad stroke state maybe one of the most difficult things to do is to write about yourself. Well, I am being quite bias when I state it because it happens to be a tough one for me. I can say wholeheartedly, like many of you I grew up with an identity crisis but I did something about it during my mid-20s. For my specs, I am Korean, Irish, and Italian. Born on the 4th of November, 1970 in Long Beach, California. I'm a Scorpio and a Dog and I seem to have most of the characteristics tied into both Eastern and Western signs. From my understanding, that spells trouble. I live in Rhode Island, not Long Island, New York. Rhode Island. It sits comfortably under Massachusetts, the state that is home to Chowda-Nation. I do feel compelled to ask, can you name the 13 original colonies? It's safe to say most born here would get this question wrong if asked to call them off. Be happy you're not going for your permanent residence. Number 13 is where I began my education on prejudice, discrimination and the dreaded, overused word racism at a parochial school, no less. (Mis)Match the last name with the face and I believe you feel me. Mix in the fact, the Northeast back then was about as diverse as the Mayflower that landed at Plymouth Rock and maybe this will clarify my earlier years growing up in RI. But something funny happened. By the time I graduated high school, I topped off at 6 feet even and weighed in at a robust 225lbs. Also, I had met some people who really didn't care the corner of my eyes headed north and my last name held more syllables than most people's full names. One of them has been my best friend since the 8th grade.

As I previously stated, it's a tough go for me to write about me. Anyway, keep in mind why I created AsiansOfMixedRace.com and what AsiansOfMixedRace.com is all about. It's not about giving back. I don't owe anyone anything and vice versa. But as an old school Mixed Asian, it is my job to be here for the younger generations. It's my job to cut through the nonsense and hopefully make it a little bit easier for the younger generations. If I haven't learned, absorbed, and applied anything from my own experiences and do within my power, to help out the younger generations, I might as well sit on the couch with a bag of cool ranch Doritos and a 6 pack of Harpoons IPA. I kept one piece of my original half-assed bio. It has always represented my way of thinking even during the times I was getting my ass whipped while simultaneously blasted with chink, jap, and gook bombs.

I'm mixed, Amerasian and Eurasian to be specific, a honhyol by old-school Corean standards but who really cares except for shallow-minded individuals who do not have the cognitive capabilities to realize no matter what amenities (e.g., Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, Cambodian, Hmong, Malay, Thai, Filipino, Indonesian, Singaporean, etc. You do get the point? Anything of mixed Asian blood.) that are bestowed upon us, we are all human beings. This is not spoken to denigrate something that is obviously appealing to the eye, whether genuine or of fetishistic interest. The importance is centered on the core of the individual. Due to navïeté or straight-up ignorance, many of us miss the essence. The bottom line is quite simple, "Don't concentrate on the finger or you'll miss all that heavenly glory."
Bruce Lee

Keep Striving & Keep It Hapa!
Frank Y Pak Agostinelli