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Dear Migs,

I finally got the guts to write you a letter. It has been almost two years since the first time I read on your blog. Since then, I took inspiration, courage and the will to embrace the life I choose and share my story. Call me Roger, I’m 23 and already a college professor. I must admit that gay university instructors are not new, except for me. I’m closeted. I started to teach just last June 2009. Each time, I hold classes I make it a point that I could deliver the subject in the most ‘straight’ way possible. Every single day is a struggle especially if I get interested and attracted to students. This is my greatest fear what if I get hooked on a student? I can’t risk my job, neither my student’s future.

Until I met Joshua. He’s 17 and a freshman. more »

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Awwww… Love you, Gabe! *mwah*

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In the first part, it was the Fabcasters who talked about how they met and know Migs. In this second and last part, it’s the peanut gallery’s chance to speak up. Thanks everyone for the heartwarming messages! *hugs*

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The Fabcasters talk about Migs in this special send off podcast. (FYI to MGG readers: Migs has relocated to California, USA in January.) Thank you Fabcasters! *hugs*

To listen (17 min 16 sec), click: more »

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Hi Migs,

I never thought that the day would come that I would be the one writing to you. I enjoy reading your posts and appreciate your views on different dilemmas sent to you by your viewers. I need some sort of advice regarding my case. Just call me John, 22 years old, hurting and sad. My story just happened recently so everything is fresh from my memory. One day (to be exact February 13,2010), this guy (let’s just call him Renz, 29 years old) called me up. I knew where he got my number but I won’t mention it here anymore. He was a stranger. We talked for a very short time only because I was about to go somewhere. After our conversation, we exchanged a few text messages. When I got home, he called again. We talked for a very long time. I felt at ease talking to him. We exchanged infos about ourselves, our likes and dislikes, our funny stories etc. It felt really good just talking to him. more »

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Why is it that when one is struck by this thing called love, everything seems to be magnified, all emotions get larger than life itself, its deliciousness so intense, tingling, running to every finger and toe, electrifying?

How come it envelopes every part of one’s self, so much so that one’s speech doesn’t escape the constant, many times repetitious, mention of the beloved’s name? And even in unspoken words and thoughts, the beloved’s presence is a fixture — the moments before sleep, he is thought of, so as in sleep, in dreams themselves, and in the break of unconsciousness to consciousness, he is there, just to be repeated constantly throughout the emerging day, till it’s time again to rest and sleep in his comforting, imagined presence.

Love makes life delicious indeed. And because of this, however way love/life progresses or ends, I revel in rapturous appreciation. I wish all of you, the experience of this kind of love.

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Hot, hot, hot! More here.

(By the way, happy birthday to photog Ian Felix Alquiros! *hugs*)

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