I was on my last Red Horse can, while I was opening another one for him. It was to be his last too. He was talking about his family, their history. How they were quite well-off when he was a kid. How their luck changed, and along with it their fortune. “Maginhawa ang buhay namin dati, ni hindi ako natuto ng gawaing bahay. Ngayon, ibang-iba na, ako na ang breadwinner.” I was listening to his story, even while slightly buzzed by the stallion-strong beer, I was intently listening. Really, I was. I just couldn’t get rid of a burning question in my head. Ray’s a straight guy, right? — why then is he here, in my room, looking at me like he wanted to kiss me? Was it the alcohol? Or… more »
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He almost made me cry. We were 2 friends, Ray and I, enjoying each other’s company, over Red Horse. He was the one mostly telling stories, and I, as usual, was the one throwing questions here and there. Like I was the sail, my questions the rudder, and he-Ray-was the wind, that journeyed the boat to the darkness of the unknown sea. Our conversation was intense, complex, revealing, but it wasn’t like that when we started.
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Ray was kind of shy. He’s right there seated comfortably between the words timid and taciturn. At first I didn’t know if it was the bashfulness or the lack of things to say. As the evening wore on, I was leaning towards bashfulness (what, with so few words spoken, I thought he made a lot of sense); then with the alcohol, the best social lubricant ever, it all went away. I heard him, then saw him, in all his glorious, naked, honesty. more »
That’s how our online connection started, when he messaged me via Facebook. Later, he would explain to me that he was looking for a different Migs. But that initial mistake was, for him, a blessing in disguise. “Biro mo, dahil doon, naka-meet ako ng isang malaking tao.” Of course when he refers to me as “malaking tao” I get slightly offended, even if I know he uses the term in its idiomatic, non-literal sense. He eventually got to know that I’m Migs, the blogger behind Manila Gay Guy. Later on too, he would discover that that same term he used to refer to me–malaking tao–would take on another, this time literal, yet raunchier meaning. But I’m jumping the gun. Let me tell you what happened. (to be continued)
Not your typical motivational video. But if you’ve got bandwidth to burn — go watch. The ending facial expression is golden. Golden tinapa. Mwahahaha! I lurve Mystica!
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