I say again, “World Peace!”
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It was late night, everything was quiet and we were driving around his neighborhood, I on the driver seat, and him on the passenger’s. While it was dark, I knew there were clouds hovering in the sky as no stars nor bright moon can be seen to provide that magic mood lighting.
John started talking about a particular experience back when he was still a freshman in college. In an org event he joined, he got introduced to a guwaping TV personality, let’s call him Larz, a new graduate of the same college in UP, also from the same org. Before even meeting Larz, John actually idolized him, perhaps even secretly adored him, but because he was not yet aware of his own sexual preference at that time, John did not really distinguish between the two feelings. They had a good chat in that event, and eventually exchanged digits.
One time, Larz invited John for a friendly tete-a-tete at a coffee shop in Katipunan.
“Coffee tayo,” Larz texted.
Without batting an eyelash, John replied, “tara!” It was, after all, his “TV idol” who invited, and who was he to decline?
For the most part of their Starbucks stay, they were just like any normal buddies — exchanging stories, laughing, teasing, etc. In short, nothing really noteworthy. Nothing, until this little weird twist. Larz casually invited John to accompany him to the CR. John did not know what to make out of the invite, he was kind of confused — male buddies normally don’t go to the CR together, right? — but he agreed anyway. He was his “TV idol,” trustworthy, and a buddy, so nothing — supposedly nothing — should go awry. Or so he thought.
Inside the CR, Larz unzipped and, while relieving himself, was conveniently exposing his family jewels for John to see. “Tingnan mo, kapal ng b*lbol ko no?” Larz joked with John. Again, John was confused. He felt very uncomfortable. He pretended he did not hear anything, and just looked away, as far away as he can, inside the minuscule place that is the CR.
Back to their Starbucks table, they continued the exchange of stories, as if nothing happened. Larz brought out his cellphone and started to show John his collection of video scandals. The straight kind. A short clip on a girl celebrity doing things she would never allow her mother to see. Another clip of a female starlet doing her thing with a then basketball star. And so on, etc. John feigned interest, since he knew straight men usually get all excited with these stuff. Larz did something extra though. He jokingly touched John’s crotch, “uy, nagre-react na ang alaga mo, hahaha!” While John kind of knew it was inappropriate, the only thing in his mind was, this guy was a good guy, he won’t do anything bad to me. Larz was his idol.
Later on, Larz who had a car, volunteered to drive John home. Of course John agreed. When they reached John’s boarding house, he did the most Filipino thing to do. He invited Larz over, “baba ka muna.”
In his room, John offered, “hey Larz, dami ko ditong kadiri na porn, piss fetish, sh!t-eating girls, baka magustuhan mo, hahaha!”
Larz responded automatically, “Kadiri! Patingin!”
While Larz was viewing the unusual photos, then started another round of suggestive teasing. There was more touching, more teasing, and John was caught unaware. Again, he was confused. But he thought wise to just ask Larz, “sige na, Larz, uwi ka na.”
Larz was decent enough to leave, and sugar-coated the hullabaloo with much humor.
While the story was being told, I was just quiet and nodding, acknowledging John’s feelings. I thought he wanted to share how he personally experienced an actual sexual harassment scenario. He said, “when I told this story to a female friend she said it was very clear harassment, but when I was in the actual situation, it was very fuzzy. Most of the time I was confused and did not know what was happening.”
I resonated with those words. When I myself experienced a similar situation, I felt the same confusion. In my case, I even felt guilty being harassed, thinking, did I do something to make him do that to me? It was a very negative, almost traumatic, experience. So, yes, I thought John was on the dot with that statement.
However, as I thought more about the scenario, a different perspective emerged. Was John totally a victim here? What other things can you see that may move us to interpret his story in a different way? What relevant nugget of learning can you get out of this story?
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A lot of MGG readers seem to be interested in sharing and reading about their “escapades” with supposedly straight men. Personally, it’s not my cup of tea, but if it is yours, who am I to stop you? I’m putting this post up as a placeholder for your stories, which as of late has been scattered in different posts. Enjoy sharing — and reading!
I’m in California. As the clock struck 6 PM, I left the hotel where I’m checked in to do some walking. I thought it’ll do me good after that long-haul flight from Manila. The temperature was just right, cool and breezy, and while the beach wasn’t all that pretty, some of its visitors were. I noticed two beautiful latino boys playing ball. They must be in their late teens.
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I’m writing this post while waiting for my flight here at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport. I just can’t leave Manila, especially you who have been regularly (perhaps secretly) visiting this humble little green blog, my online abode, without sharing with you what transpired during that long Holy Week respite.
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