Jose Antonio Vargas Quotes

There are a lot of coming out videos of people who are gay or lesbian, and they're so confident. But it made me cry because I'm not that. I don't know who I am 100 percent.

When I realised that I had feelings for men as well as women, at first I was worried and frightened, and there was a certain amount of 'Who am I? Am I a criminal?' and so on. It took me a long time to come to terms with myself. Those were painful years - painful then and painful to look back on.

We struggle throughout our lives to learn to accept the shell that transports us through this world, and many of us take great effort to change it. I believe everyone has at least once looked in the mirror and thought, 'That is not me. I am someone else. The world cannot see me as I really am.'

A women who does not know herself has no choice other than to live with other people's evaluations.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

I am trying to find myself. Sometimes that's not easy.

My problem was I let myself become known before I knew myself.

My depression at the end of Wham! was because I was beginning to realise I was gay, not bi.

When I was with Ellen, I was telling people, If you come out, it's gonna be better for you. But I honestly don't know that.

I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.

In the early '90s, I wrote a play called 'Word of Mouth' in which I played a number of different characters. One was a thirteen-year-old boy who, through a series of diary entries, realizes that he's gay.

It took me a while to find myself.

My sense of myself is that I was a rather unformed kind of person trying to make myself up out of bits of spit and string.

I have struggled with identity all my life. It's not like something that just happened last week.

I knew that I was gay, I knew it. I just couldn't see myself as a gay woman, even though that's where my heart was.

I came out when I was 17. I was in the church; I was crying every Sunday for about a year. I came to terms with the fact with this is who I was - I wasn't going to be able to be a different person. At 17, you feel like a freak already, and so to have that fire and brimstone against your attraction is just screwed up!

This story's gonna grab people. It's about this guy, he's crazy about this girl, but he likes to wear dresses. Should he tell her? Should he not tell her? He's torn, Georgie. This is drama.

Identity has been such an explosive territory for me... so hard, so painful at times.

The gay thing has always been hard for me.

For some reason, I was deeply ashamed of the theater early on. I think it had to do with this growing sense I was gay, although I couldn't have put a word to it back then.

When I met people in the past, even before saying hello, I felt like I should explain myself: This isn't who I am!

Once we got signed, I moved out of my house because I was having teenage issues with my mom. It really wasn't my fault, looking back. You know, I'm gay; it's weird. It was one of the things. She has no problem with me being gay, but she had a problem with me dressing the way I do at first.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

I contemplate the idea that maybe I'm an alcoholic. I get this occassionally, the need to define myself as something-or-the-other, and at various times in my life have wondered if I'm a Goth, a homosexul, a Jew, a Catholic or a manic depressive, whether I am adopted, or have a hole in my heart, or possess the ability to move objects with the power of my mind, and have always, most regretfully, come to the conclusion that I'm none of the above. The fact is I'm actually not ANYTHING.

Sometimes I try to lose my identity, and I can't get rid of it!