Gay Travel

Nagpunta ako ng Wensha kasama si Poochie Gumamela. It was our second together in a spa. Mej napaghintay ko siya ng tatlong oras that day sa Glorietta. And, I'm sorry friend. I bought my iPod silicon protector, then we had dinner at North Park. Sobrang nabusog ako. Treat niya.

Kahit may lagnat at namamaga ang gilagid ko, gow pa rin kame sa Wensha. Mej BV ang driver ng taxi, nakipag-away pa samen kung san dapat way namen. Sabi ko na sa kanya tapat ng World Trade, nag-EDSA pa din. Sana sa Buendia na lang siya dumaan. Hello! Sa tuwing may event sa Buendia talaga ang way papuntang World Trade Center.

We had the P580.00 package. It includes the use of the steam room--hot jacuzzi, showers, dry and wet sauna.

Mula sa pagkakalubog ko sa napakalakeng hot jacuzzi, napagmasdan ko ang isang lalake, mej long hair, maganda katawan at gwapo--Jules na asawa ni Assunta ang mata, matangos ang ilong, maganda ang lips, in short kamukha ni Toffe Calma. Halatang bading. Pumasok ako sa dry sauna, pumasok din siya. Kinakabahan na ako. Mej nakahalata yata yong kasama namen sa loob kaya lumabas. Xemps, mahiyain ako. Di ko siya pinapansin. Hanggang sa lumabas na siya. Lumabas din ako. Hmm. Nasa jacuzzi ang bakla. Yaw ko nga lumapet dun. Xado namang obvious. So, pumasok nalang ako sa wet sauna. Di ko kasi keri dun sa dry sauna, di ako pinagpapawisan, natutuyo ako. Sobrang init. So, nasa loob na ako ng sauna. Hmm. Ang bakla pumasok din, xemps, pakipot pa rin ako noh! Nang...

"nagjackorbate ang lolo mo!"
"Haay!!!"

At agad sinabe ko sa kanya, "Dude, you can't do that here." Sabay tanong niya, "Bawala ba?" Hanggang sa nagbigayan na kame ng pangalan, at napagkasunduang pumunta sa CR together. Kaloka!

Nasa loob na ako ng CR, on my way there, I saw Poochie G. at the dining lounge listening to my iPod. Then I made a stare with an impression that only us understand. At ngumiti naman si Ate Pooch. The door opened and he's inside as well. We are about to enter into this cubicle, nang...

pumasok ang Koreanong bantay. At lumabas nalang kameng dalawa. I decided to have a smoke with Poochie at sumama na rin si Polo Pampanga.

Isa pa lang sikat na fashion designer si Polo Pampanga sa Angeles. Despite his profession he said, diskret (discreet) naman siya. Parang professional talaga si Polo kung makipag-usap, napansin ko kasi yong madalas niyang pagtangu-tango. Parang siyang salesman, na kunware interesado sa mga sinasabe mo, na parang di naman, unless bibili ka.

Natanong din namen ni Poochie ang lovelife ni Polo, sabi niya it has been 3 years na daw since he had his last sexual encounter. Sabi ko agad, "THREE YEARS?"

Then, sabi niya, "Uhm, 6 months."
I said, "6 months?"
Then, we found out na kahapon lang pala ang last niya. Nakakatuwa talaga si Polo.

Why do I love Brazil?

Gay life, like all life in Rio, is integrally connected to the beach, and there are two gay beach areas here. The Ipanema gay beach, at the foot of Rua (Rua = street) Farme de Amoedo, gets a more upscale crowd. The after-beach haunt here is Bofetada (Farme de Amoedo Street, between Visconde de Piraja Ave. and Barao da Torre Street), where people go immediately after the beach, in their swimming wear.

The Copacabana gay beach is found at the foot of Rua Fernandes Mendes in front of the Copacabana Palace Hotel. The gay crowd here is earthy and lively, with a sprinkling of transvestites.

article taken from Gay.com

People are indeed imperfect. Despite how much they try to be pleasant, patient and honest on most things, there are other people who'll still see them bad.

People indeed make mistakes. People are only human, very vulnerable to feel anger, hate, indifference and have the tendency to express exasperation in one way or another.

"Friendship is one mind in two bodies." Mencius is lucky to have pondered on this thought, and to have found a friend as he define it, or burdened to have found a friend whose interests and point of views differ from yours and judges you almost everytime.

Correct me if I'm wrong, sometimes you need a person who'll only listen because time will come that you are going to seek for their advise. But there are people who, could be just overconcerned, who will generalize you as a person, tag you, and you respect it, and you think of giving some time for yourself to think about its legitimacy, but they unstopably resort to moralize you and in turn demoralize you. And you found yourself sunken, and with your thin threshold, you can't help it but hate the person for sucking all the patience in you.

I guess, the other party can't relate to your state of being. You humble yourself, and think that you might be a little immature and incapable for his way of thinking and wisdom. So, you refrain from confiding to that person, think of things your way, find another person's thought, who could instead inspire you to correct your mistakes and tell you his objections not in a harsh way.

Filling a bottle is different from filling a glass. We have to be sensitive enough to see the difference between the two. But people are different from each other, and so you keep your cool, as much as you can. Specially if you cannot handle confrontations well. Just do what you think is right, and observe what the other person is saying to be the right thing to do and both learn from each other by your examples.

"I learn most things from my friends. I thank them for keeping their cool, accepting me as what I am, and pep me when I'm ready and I ask for it. I've seen a lot of positive things in them so I apply it to myself"

"I guess, I have become almost like them, non-confrontational, no whims, no drama, just being oneself and keeping not to offend anyone. But I'm not saying that I don't and didn't offend anyone anymore at all. I know I have a lot of rooms for improvement, and sometimes offend a person without me knowing it. Johari still speaks true to me and I guess to everyone else."

Of course, you appreciate all his concern and value all the things that you shared. But sometimes, you get tired but it doesn't mean to say that you are leaving. Personal differences has been at the same time a blessing and a challenge. A blessing to be able to enjoy what you desire without conflict and a challenge to understand the unacceptable and the unbecoming. Despite your differences, you know there is still a thing called compromising. You may not be the same exact person, and has contradicting points but you don't have to end and forget what you've already built. Friendship is a thing shared by at least two individuals, so you don't lose your individuality. On the other hand, in one way or another, similarity in interests and closeness in beliefs indeed bond two people, but, uniformity in all things and aspects loses the color and dimishes the meaning.

You know, I'm sorry. It is time for me to tell the truth. When you started treating me nice and sweet I thought I found an opportunity to have a boyfriend. I said to myself

"Ok. You have a three-letter word. I think yours is a four-letter word and you're not at all bad-looking. Let's it give a shot."

Apparently, I didn't succeed. We're both itchy, and I didn't see that.

I never saw you with me in a long relationship. I messed up with one of your friends and so I can do it with you. I wear masks, specially to my preys. Some of our common friends know that. I should say there is one who knows me better. But we're both predators in our own ways. A negative charge and a negative charge cant create a volt.

FYI. One of my hobbies is collecting boyfriends, make use of them and cut the tie.

Hey, you're not the one I'm talking about though.

Note: This article contains only 99% truth.

I'm broke now. Anything like going to a night out or eating out and, or watching a movie is going to be suspended. I have to recover from my deep financial turmoil, brought about my too much partee-ing and excessive drugging. It has been two weeks already since the last time I parteed, and I feel nothing really very special with my over all state. I don't know.

But this sudden trip to Laguna has opened a lot of things, many can go crazy, or angry, or even furious, or disgusted, or hurt, or happy. Well, I got drunk and so I got out control. Every word, Voldemort-like, were uttered; most make sense and others alcohol.

So all the craziness went practically causing frantic boisterous intoxicated cachinnation. All the snicker and snigger, titter, chuckle and chortle, ha-ha, haw-haw, hee-haw and all the gagging, the night was filled with so much liberation.

Until a sudden drama sprouted between me and Ashley. And I'd rather not mention it here. Then I resented that I said too much wrong things that emotions just flared up and I cried. I turned into this sobbing kid begging for forgiveness. It was awful.

Until he came into my rescue. I hope this won't cause too many raised eye browse and rejection. I blurted a secret to the person I have a thing for.

"Are you ok? Are you crying?"

"No. I'm not crying. I'm ok."

"I think you cried."

"No. I didn't cry."

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"You! You better be careful because I like you."

"What did you just said?"

"I didn't say anything."

"No. You just said something."

"It will only humiliate me."

And, I ran.

I was thinking I might end up messing up with another nice person again. I thought he is delicate and fragile that I have to have it right. That is why I was so careful with my actions and reserved. I was careful with my words and talked less. We held hands, we talked about some close to intimate kind of stuff, we hugged, PDA'd a bit, sung song to each other, hiding meshing hands underneath the sheets, and so who-lied-whose-head-on-whose-shoulder. I don't know really if those has anything to mean to him, but I know, at least, it has to me.

I already anticipated that many might hate me, and other might meddle belligerently but the action was made, yet undone. If this answers someone's problem, then, by whatever motive therein underlies, if the feeling is mutual and strong enough to conquer, then now I'm standing in the brink of the battle field.