Manila Gay Guy

I was hesitant at first but gave in anyway. “Para naman matikman mo ang gay nightlife dito sa San Francisco,” a friend quipped.

And so last night was party night at the Castro scene in San Francisco, California. Two friends accompanied me to check out Badlands and The Café.

These places we went to were quite full, almost jampacked. Among the caucasians and latinos in the crowd, there were groups of Pinoys too enjoying themselves dancing and partying that night. Meanwhile, I was trying to enjoy myself by observing people. I left with a question in my mind.

I wonder where the cuties are.

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Hattenba: Kangkangan sa Japan! Yan dapat ang full title ng post na ito, hahaha! Isang chat transcript, chikahan with my hunky and gwapo friend who’s based in Japan since September last year. Let’s call him Roland (not his real name). In this chat transcript he relates his first time in a bath house in Japan. Ayan, let’s take a peek into this mysterious Hattenba through the eyes of a Pinoy Gay Guy. Warning to sensitive people, I advise you not to proceed. But if you’re curious enough then… Go!
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Eight o’clock in the morning today I was driving through SLEX, with Marco and a couple of his eighteen-year-old girl friends. In these situations I let Marco be, it’s his group of friends anyway. I slide in the background, just listening. I was driving, anyway.

We arrive at Ugu Bigyan’s house in Tiaong, Quezon in 3 hours. Along the way, SLEX was slow, and we witnessed a big TV-Patrol-worthy accident in Santo Tomas, Batangas. A big passenger bus ramming onto a house. Just a glimpse and I knew it’s impossible not to have any fatality in that mess. Back to Ugu, we were greeted by his terracotta house, beautiful, classic, and aspirational. If Ugu’s gay (I kinda think he is), then he’s another gay idol in my books. His palace boasts of simple but classic beauty. Every showcase hut in his garden was beautifully styled, every nook and cranny designed with symphony in mind. I love that place. Minus the dragon-sized mosquitoes, it’s perfect.

The food they served was magical. It was very Filipino, and as I ventured to interview the serving waiter, the process of preparing the food was exquisite. Filipino cooking, real Filipino cooking, is love in action. As he was explaining the intricate process of how the appetizer (“Kulawo”) was prepared, I was listening in awe. I can feel nothing but gratitude. It seemed to me that the whole universe conspired to prepare that wonderful meal which I enjoyed so thoroughly.

In the background, the voice of a Filipina soprano floated as she sang kundiman songs. My teeny-bopper companions who loved the food as I did, unfortunately didn’t appreciate the accompanying music a bit. I did. It was super, for me. There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, generation gap in the flesh. I too did not grow up with kundiman, but at my age, I could appreciate it. These teeners do not. I’m not judging, just highlighting a gen gap example.

The way home was long. I arrived in my house with a nagging headache. For a moment I thought the spirits surrounding the fatal accident that we passed caused my headache. But of course that fleeting thought was dismissed in a snap. All I want to remember then was my quality time with Marco, and that beautiful, magical meal at Ugu’s.

Life is good. Cheers, my friends. Let’s be thankful for the many beautiful things in life. Say with me, “World Peace!”

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Malayo, matagtag, mainit, matagal, maalinsangan, at malagkit ang nilakbay ko mula Maynila patungo sa bayang ito sa Laguna. Maraming naglarong gunita, mga alaalang minsa’y matamis, minsa’y mapait, ngunit gayon pa man, tila umaayon pa rin akong balikan ang mga ito, sariwain, dahil ako ay, nais ko mang itanggi, umaasa pa rin.
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I heard Wensha Spa in Timog Avenue, Quezon City has reopened after a couple of months of renovation. According to MGG reader littleboywonder, “The place now looks much better and cleaner after the renovation. The steam room looks nice and clean… with its white interior and never ending steam now. The dry sauna room still looks the same. The dip pool is better designed as well.”

So, the next question is: which masseur should I request for?

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I was just talking about Bulacan in two recent posts (Oblation Run in Bulacan and Si Francis, Ikalawang Yugto) when I chanced upon this new-ish blog called tatakbulakenyo. It features photos of boys/men from Bulacan. The site depends on self-searched and reader contributions of photos and videos. In their call for contribution, it says “daring? sexy? bold? basta bulakenyo pasok ang contri mo…” I browsed through the site and as in any goldmine, you find dirt, gravel, and other minerals apart from the real thing. It actually depends on the beholder, as this time, gold doesn’t depend on molecular structure but your particular fancy. Do you like chinito boys like me? Or caramel-skinned, -er types? Perhaps the mestiso, boy next door? I’m sure you’ll find one or two that would tickle your fancy. It seems Bulacan is not just the place to buy your New Year paputok… apparently they do have some dude bombshells there as well. Hehehe! Here are some sample photos featured in the blog…

Curious enough? Then check out the blog here.

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I have visited this spa in Quezon CIty (at the corner of Timog Ave. and Tomas Morato). They have male therapists (some are good looking!) and thus is frequented by PLUs (People Like Us). The locker and wet area are cruisy, and the clientele is a mix of yuppies and and not-so-yuppies. They offer massage therapies only, no scrubs and things like that.

How about “extra”? Unlike in Sanctuario, the masseurs in this place do not voluntarily offer “extra.” This is true at least with the 2 masseurs I’ve tried. (Atsaka good boy na po ako, hahaha!) The private rooms themselves don’t lend well to such activities — the doors have glass panes so those passing through the hallway can actually see the goings on inside the massage rooms.

Maybe you have some juicier stories to share?

Photos of the place can be seen here.

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The past weeks have been quite exhausting for me, so I decided to spend some time to unwind, relax, and renew myself. Tagaytay was perfect — it was cool and breezy, and not too taxing to travel to. It boasts of great sights as well, and very comfortable accommodations without being too much of a burden to my bank account.

So here I share photos of that refreshing respite I took away from the buzz and bustle of the metropolis, in the arms of cool and comforting Tagaytay.

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Been hearing about how Bangkok, Thailand is such a popular destination for the moneyed urban gay folks in Manila… anyone here who may have some tips and tricks that are worthy of sharing?
Shopping?
Adventure?
Night life?
Thai Men?
Caution?
Share, share, share!

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It’s sad when out gay guys bash the closeted ones. Why? Because all out gay guys start out closeted. We all go through that phase, and therefore, we should be able – we are expected – to understand why some of our brothers choose to stay closeted, even if perhaps, we ourselves found peace with being out in the open.

It’s sad, too, when closeted ones sneer on their out counterparts. They, the closet cases, should realize that the only real difference between them and their out counterparts is a critical decision to let others know about their otherwise private sexual preference. Note that the difference is an act of volition — so, out or closeted, there is really no fundamental difference.

These thoughts, among many others, were running through my mind as I sipped my green tea at Kozui, a wonderful cozy place to hang-out along Morato in Quezon City.

What then is our lesson learned? Well tell me what you think should be the lesson here. I’m in the mood for some reflection — yes, green tea does that to me.

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