No, It's Not Okay.

Addressing me as “bakla” in public really isn’t a case with me, but for some, maybe it is. For one, most of us who are gay didn’t choose to be like this. People think as if sexuality and sexual orientation (for a lack of a better word) is optional. It’s not. Mahirap maging bading, teh. Or to put it more accurately, Mahirap tanggapin na maging bading. It’s not like we had the benefit to turn our backs against the “normality” of heterosexuality. It’s not like we had to choose loving our own kind. Technically, there’s a big difference between choosing sexuality and embracing it, otherwise, they’d be with similar spelling in the dictionary. It’s hard being gay since we are caught in between, in between the prejudice of a narrow-minded society and the self, religion and the self, friendship and the self, heck! even there is conflict between the self and the self.

Let me repeat. It’s hard being gay. Don’t regard gay men with such harsh labels so easily when in actuality, admitting it to themselves that they are indeed “bakla” is (or was) hard enough. No. We do not deserve it.

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If anyone deserves to call a gay man “bakla”, it’s another fellow gay man. They understand each other’s ordeals and hardships. There is no intent to demoralize or diminish one’s identity in this matter. If ever diminishing an identity was the intention, he’d only be diminishing his own in the process.

Moral? Huwag mong tawagin ang isang bading na “bading” kung ikaw naman mismo e hindi bading! Kasi pre, lumalabas e mas bading ka pa sa bading sa ginagawa mo. Hindi mo kilala ang kabuuan ng katauhan at kwento niya, e kinukutya mo agad. Hindi ba ito katangahan at kaduwagan?

*had to repost from a friend's tumblr.

Love a life I will divide

We found love in a hopeless place.


Happy 4th motherfucker!

Leaps and Bounds

Because:

• I'm the guy who speaks in italics.
• I'm the guy who's blatantly honest.
• I'm the guy who thinks of Summer all the time.
• I'm the guy who can change in a split second.
• I'm the kind of guy who can make decisions and not regret them.
• I'm the guy that loves and loves in an unfathomable manner, in leaps and bounds, in cosmic proportions.

And because:

• I feel safe when I'm with you.
• I feel like a kid, you treat me like one and I like... well love it.
• I find it awkwardly bittersweet when we meet in person. (We meet, we do things, we part. I hate it when we part.)
• I totally freak you out with my weird and unusual cravings(?)
• I titillate you with a few words, gestures and then poof, you become Coco Crunch in my palms. HA!
• I feel like I'm your Interstitial, your "in between," your Missing Piece.

happy 1 month mother fucker.

Heartbeat

Children’s laughter echoes,
everywhere across the skies.
Laying beside you, I can see the
crooked lines of the buildings around us.

As sunlight pours through the cracks in the clouds,

we take cover before it blinds us.

I close my eyes to hide away from the commotion,
and as I place my hand on your chest,
I can feel your heart beating.
Let me be by your side.

Alas, the two of us
will eventually leave this world behind.
But our feelings will keep us together like this.

In order to fill my heart,
I will need to hear that sound over and over again.

So I entrust the throbbing sound to my body,
as you softly wrap around me.

The rain won’t stop,
making me long for your smile.
When I turn off the lights,
the city lights shine like little stars falling from the sky.

As the whirl of lights intertwine,
I can see the future in a dream.

I need you to take my hand,
so I can transfer my wishes to you.
Let me be by your side.

Alas, we have to get through
many lonely nights in this world.
But our feelings will keep us together like this.

I touched deep within
your heart to confirm your love.

I can feel your skin tremble with your heart beat,
as I softly wrap myself around you.

One day I’ll see the end of this dream,
even if there’s no sunlight to wake me up.
Then when the sad rain pours down,
our two shadows meld into one,
because I’m by your side

I run out of breath,
when our hearts melt together.
Two hearts beating to the same rhythm,
as we softly wrap around each other.

par. 34 revised

“the thought of having you by my side is cosmic… it doesn’t mean much to you, but it means the world to me. what scares me the most is the idea of being in a relationship with you where we will not be happy. but i guess i’m glad that i didn’t try to pursue it. we were happy, but thats gonna change soon. i’m sorry”