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Allow me to publish this note I received from a mother named Jennifer, who’s just beaming with pride because of her son. Jennifer – I am so proud of you! Dear readers, send Jennifer a dose of your rainbow thoughts and wishes!

Dear Migs,

Last week, my 7-year-old was on the football field happily holding hand with another little boy. After the game, as we were returning home, I asked him if he is gay. He said yes. I asked him if the neighbor girl was still his girlfriend. He said, “we’re just friends”. I explained that some people like boys and girls, and asked if he did. He replied, “I kind of like girls, but I’m gay”. I consider this a parenting win. I’m so proud that my child feels safe saying, “I’m gay”, without fear of judgement from his parents.


I have this friend, hes’ a priest. And still is a priest.

Recently, he shared with me that on the day of his ordination, he had a boyfriend, a then-fellow seminarian. He continued to relate how they were, as lovers, and as brothers in the faith, as future leaders of their Catholic community, and as gay men loving each other. While many others may raise their eyebrows, I felt nothing but–how should I call it?–love for them.

Months after his ordination, the boyfriend just vanished, not literally, but he just disappeared from his life. Did not answer calls, no messages, no nothing. Perhaps the guy was thinking that since my friend has been ordained, it would serve them best not to continue on with their relationship. And maybe the guy is right. Now, my friend is a very good and upright priest. He knows he is gay, and he is open about it. He says he has been practicing his vows (most notably celibacy) and has not broken any of them since his ordination.

Gay, celibate, priest, and a good human being. Those words can mix in one sentence, as it can be in one person. I bless you, Father.


Yesterday at the Pride March, the usual “fundis” (Christian Fundamentalists) were there to make sure we, the marchers, knew we’re going straight to hell if we, well, don’t straighten up. Just when our part of the march was approaching the Nakpil-Orosa corner where the march was to end, I saw one march participant and one of the fundis, at one corner, engaged in an almost brawl: they were shouting at each other tonsil-to-tonsil!

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From the ADMU Secret Files.



May itsura ako at matipuno. But people are wondering why I still don’t have a GF. I’m actually still in the closet, but wala akong nagugustuhan sa student body ng ADMU. Fuck, kahit iwagayway pa ni *insert pogi guy here* yung tweetybird niya sa mukha ko, di ako matuturn on. 

Ang gusto ko kasi, DADDY.

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Hinding hindi papatalo ang UP Diliman! From Diliman Confessions.

UP Diliman

Lagoon Visit

Dahil sa nabasa kong post dito tungkol sa mga kababalaghang nagaganap sa lagoon, napagdisisyunan kong tunguhin ang nasabing lugar upang mapatunayan sa aking sarili kung totoo nga yun kwento ni “Babalik sa Lagoon, 2013, Engg”. (

At yun na nga, pumunta ako sa lagoon kaninang 10PM. Yung daan malapit sa Vargas Museum ang tinahak ko. Yung part lang malapit sa kalsada ang may ilaw. KaDiliman ang naghahari pag nasa lagoon na. 

Nakarating na ako malapit sa stage. Patuloy pa rin ako sa paglalakad nang hindi ko namamalayang may nagtatalik pala sa lamesang bato na malapit sa stage. Nagulat ako, 3 meters away lang sila sa akin. Hindi nila ako napansin at first kasi patuloy parin sila sa ginagawa nila. Nakapatong si ate kay kuya. Grabe ang yugyugan nila. Pero sayang tumigil sila nang mapansin nilang may nanood sa kanila. 

Dali dali akong umalis, baga bugbugin ako ni kuya. 

Pero hindi doon nagtatapos ang kwento.

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Interesting secret shared via the phenomenally famous Ateneo de Manila Secret Files. Read on.



Long story short I was one of those guys who accepted gay guys but I could never see myself with another guy. During those “what kind of kids do you want” conversations, I always told my friends that I would support my kids except if he/she chooses to be gay. I also flinched and did not like being touched by gay guys. And I said I was accepting. Dunno, I guess I had a very flawed understanding of “acceptance”; it was okay as long as it was unrelated to me.

Fast forward several years into college and I met him. Ya same cliche shit: I find myself falling in love with a person of the same sex. Every other summer, I visit my family in Venice, LA. He’s been my go-to friend every time I’m there. We’ve known each other for what, 6 years? He’s Fil-Am, born and raised in LA. Just last year, something happened between the two of us. Turns out we were both that same person who “accepted” gay guys but wanted nothing to do with them. I won’t go into details about how our friendship turned into this, dahil mahaba-habang usapan yan. Sa puntong iyon sinabi ko sa sarili ko “Wokey tangina ko pala eh. What a hypocrite. What or HOW did this happen?”

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The Sacred Band of Thebes was an ancient greek army composed entirely of gay men.

As Sebastian Castro told Philippine Star on November 4th, 2013: “It was believed that if you fought next to the person you loved, you would fight much harder to keep them alive. This led the generals to have the lovers fight alongside one another in battle. I can’t think of anything more beautiful — beautiful and sexy… I love the idea of dragging my followers, or any LGBT for that matter, into this world where you are fighting with, fighting for and possibly dying for the one you love. The ultimate message: You belong. Two words gay kids don’t hear enough and don’t feel enough. ”

Here’s THEBAN, Sebastian Castro’s newest music video.

My kumare, Chona Babes, tells me stories about Leroy, her 8-year-old son who at a very early age knew he was different from other boys. Leroy once told his Mom, “Mommy, yung classmate ko bakla rin.”

Bakla RIN? So Chona knew the boy had awareness of his identity. Good thing, the mother in her is just so supportive for the bakling duckling in Leroy. “Siyempre mahal ko yung anak ko, ano man siya. Eh ano naman kung bakla?”

One day, Chona relates another Leroy story, the school bullies were heckling him, “Ah bakla, ah bakla!” they jeered, when Leroy suddenly turns to them and blasts, “At least, buhay!”

Chona and I couldn’t contain our boisterous laughter as she told this story. “Oo nga naman! Aanhin mo ang straight kung dedz naman!? Eh ano nga naman kung bakla?” we cheered together: “At least, buhay!”

I wonder how the kid thought this retort up. Maybe it’s the seedling of wit a lot of his elder counterparts are quite known for. Or a whip of his survival gene as a defense to the harsh honesty of the world. Or perhaps, it’s the wisdom of youth speaking.

People, hear ye, listen to them young ones.

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