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Manila Gay Guy, this blog, passes the 10 millionth page view today. In just 13 months, 10 million MGG pages have flown around the world. May my humble on-line abode continue to serve its purpose: to spread thankfulness and world peace in this crazy but beautiful universe.
Cheers to another 10 million, and more! You dear loyal readers deserve a warm wet kiss from me. Muuuwaaaah!
This article was originally posted in peyups.com contributed by rapi_74 and edited by arwen.
The Parlorista. The Ms. Gay Barangay X, Y, Z, âˆž. The Japayuki with the what-planet-did-your-boobs-come-from. The Pedophile. The Thief. The Incestuous. The Molestor. The Mamasang. The Devil Personified. The AIDS Victim. The Mataray, Malibog, Gossip, Malicious, Nagbabayad-ng-boyfriend, Rapist, Transvestite, Transsexual, Male-to-Female!
The notoriety of faggots has astonished the Philippine society to the point that through the years it has successfully secluded the gays – boxed them into harsh stereotypes. No wonder most gays would rather hide with the facade of straightness. And who could blame them? Look at that Babaylan flaunting his/her false womanhood. Look at that butch rug-muncher sitting at AS Steps grossly kissing her femme partner. Look at you. Look at me. Of course they’re disgusting! They’re deviants for God’s sake! And we don’t want to be deviant; we want to be straight like the rest of them.
Niabot na gyud ZSA!
The much-awaited event of the year is now in Cebu!
Elite International brings you Tanghalang Pilipino’s award-winning musical play, ZSAZSA ZATURNNAH (ZE MUZIKAL)!
Note from Migs to all Cebu-based readers: go watch! Bring your family members para maintindihan nila ang kabadingan natin. Hindi lang siya comedy — this musical touches the heart, kaya go kayo, mga friends. You’ll thank me for pushing you to watch it! Pramis!
Enough of my drama, let’s get back to the Migs you’ve all come to adore (hahaha!) — the sometimes-naughty-sometimes-nice kind of gay guy. And this time I want to wear my sometimes-naughty persona.
McVie’s latest post got me thinking/laughing. The guy relates an after-sex conversation about, what else? Dick size. It starts with “You fuck great, considering your size,” which continues to “[You're] small,” and then ends with “Well, that’s why I make up for the lack of size with performance level.” Iba ka McVie! Iba ka! Haha!
Let me ask you then, dear readers: Does Size Matter To You?
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.
But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
I was walking with a girl friend of mine after lunch yesterday, and we were talking about how drastic the change was in my so-called lovelife. The week before I was all ecstatic and rainbow. Yesterday I was muted and almost gloomy. Being a very good friend, she was trying to be very comforting. Then she said, “Friend, can I tell you something?”
“Sure,” I answered, curious and anticipating.
“I think,” she offers a risky opinion, “you guys went too fast.”
All the while I was being steady in emotion. Even when I was conscious about being too defensive, I said, “Di naman siguro. We were seeing each other for a month before we even went to bed. Yung iba nga, first meeting pa lang, sex na. First meeting pa lang, sila na. We did wait a bit.”
She was visibly confused.
And somehow, I was too. How fast is too fast? How slow is slow enough?