Performance by a Gay Person as an Insect

If I were an insect,


I would definitely be this.

P

Kung distansya ang naging problema sa pagitan nina A at Z (yung isa blogger, yung isa me tattoo, pawang mga totoong tao), sinolusyonan ito ni P.

Nag-p sya. P as in plane.

Sya si P. P as in Paul.

P sya para sa akin. P as in pogi. P as in pwede. P as in perfect.

Pag andito sya (3x a month ang byahe nya), palaging may p. P as in purpose. Katulad nitong May. Sa unang byahe, meet the friends (Aa and everyone). Sa ikalawang byahe, meet the beckies (sa Volume). At sa third, meet me. Only.

At dahil modang naka-P na sya (p for pamanhikan), pwede ko na syang iannounce. Dito at sa FB.

Sya ang aking P. P as in Papa. P as in Primary. P as in permanent.

Pag nandito sya, happy ang p ko. Pagod din ang p ko.

idaho blues

last sunday, there was a paddle of sweaty lgbts in central.

most of them youngies. mostly TEENS!
most of them gays, only a few were carpet munchers.

until of course filguys - our org of lesbian ofws here - came.
at first, i was a bit doubdtful. not because i doubted idaho and its essence. but simply because i had issues with some of the people behind idaho hk.

until a friend and i talked.

maybe, there are just idiosyncracies that a certain group has. they act on a decision simply because they just want to.

not for any malicious intent.

and with that simple knowldge, i let go of my kachuvahan with some of those who were there.

they did not matter anymore. solidarity is a tough nut to crack and it is the beauty of it that we do not dare impose on others as what we will not stand up to any imposition.

because what mattered in solidarity is that we are all brothers. and sisters.

what mattered then was idaho itself and why it should continue.

and why we need to be there. always.
(haaaay, kaemotan sa gitna ng chova.)

Let's Do IDAHO

Gayness is more than just putting fake eyelashes. It is definitely more than just lurking in the dark and ensnaring your next victim.

We are simply more than that.


Sexual minorities have a place in this world and we have a responsibility to ensure that THAT place is secured.

We do not only stand up, we talk. We don't only talk. we move. We don't only move, we gather. We do not only gather, we win over.

I simply refuse to believe that we have to pay our way up and be free from all this discrimination. For gays are worth more than the pink dollars we send (and spend).

I don't want my gayness to be unrecognized.

But neither do I want it commercialized.

(join IDAHO - international day against homphobia this may 17. if you don't have one in your country, it may be good to start organizing one. it is a lot better than gay day, methinks.)

Manny for President

If for the heck of it, the laughter that comes with it, I will vote for him.


Manny Pacquiao for president.

Puti

Alagang alaga namin si Puti
Bakang mataba, bakang maputi.
Tulong-tulong sa paghila
Hila Hila Hila
Kariton at paninda.

Alagang alaga namin si Puti
Bakang mataba, bakang maputi
Subuan mo ng damo at nguya
Nguya nguya nguya
Bakang mataba.

(Ulitin ang unang stanza)

(isang awiting aking sinayaw sa aking kabataan with matching modern taiwanese dance-steps coupled with ethnic jazz. seryoso, duda ako sa second stanza. but anyhow, para kay la paz with eggs.)

Tear of Tears

It is sad when you know that you are losing it.

And sadder to know you want to let go.

One Night with Mrs Jones

It was dark. All I knew it was after six.

You were standing right around that corner when I approached you.

You were gigantic. And so was your stalk.

So much for your stalk.


We did our usual. But there was something more.

We cuddled. We kissed. We cupped. We spooned.


We talked a bit.

Where do you live? Hong Kong.
You? Hong Kong.

You got a boyfriend? Yes.
Oh.

You? Yes.
Oh.

We laid silent.

So would this be our Vegas? Probably.
And you would not be Mrs. Jones? No.

We laid again. Silent.

We kissed


and went our ways.

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This would probably the last time we would see each other.



Funny, we barely saw each other.

I Cum

I return.

At katulad ng maraming artistang nalaos at pilit na bumabalik, hindi ako yon.

I would consider this blog, my mother. And I, bilang bloggista, ang kanyang prodigal son.

(Walang modang Freddy Aguilar dahil kashe-shave ko lang ng buhok ko last Thursday.)

We travel back and forth trying to reinvent ourselves, find new life into whatever we do, make them appear more interesting than they actually look like in real life.

Because in reality, they are not. But like the showbiz suckers that we are, we want to be just as slam-glam as the bullshit-heavy Lady Gaga and old-leather tanga-toting Madonna.

But the blog, like mother, like a journal, remains a quiet expectator. A willing shock absorber. She is like, any of our mothers, the gossipers of our secrets - mala-telephone cans to friends everywhere - na di natin maaccess by chat, sms or real.

Na para bang sige mudra, make kwento my kwento to the rest of mankind. While you make kwento to me the kwento of the rest of mankind.



And so I return.

I just hope Eartha won't.

Otherwise, I will rethink this coming back myself and would opt for reincarnation.