I was driving along EDSA one day, with a date. He was good looking, a smart conversationalist, very personable, and was *totally* straight-acting (meaning, does not have traces of femininity in the way he conducted himself — speaking, acting, dressing up, etc.). Very interesting, right?
Then this thing happens. He sees a billboard of JC de Vera, and I hear a shriek. A shriek. First time in my life that I heard I shriek, but when I heard it, I knew it was a shriek. A loud, sharp, shrill sound, somewhere in between a cry and a laughter. That’s what a shriek is.
From then on, I knew him much better. Thanks to JC. And by the way, coming up, shriek-inducing shirtless photos of the boy. Enjoy!
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