Showing posts with label RR (rated r). Show all posts
Showing posts with label RR (rated r). Show all posts

Saturday, October 2, 2010

major major favor

"hey," said the message that popped up below my monitor screen.

"hey back. whats up?"

"can you do me a major favor?"

"let me see what i can do"

"can you temporarily delete me from your contacts?"

i was awkwardly surprised as million thoughts immediately flew in front of me, telling me bizarre reasons.

"why?"

"i'll call you. i'll explain it over the phone."

after a while, my phone rang. i answered it and heard a very uncertain voice; almost doubtful of whether he will say it or not. but i guess, cornered with the situation, he attempted. at least, he tried.

i knew M online. though we were never that close, we check each other once in a while and its been ages since we last did. so i was really interested on what M is going to say.

"can you check someone for me? but he shouldn't know that we know each other."

"how do you want me to check him?"

"pretend as if you are someone."

"someone like what?"

fillers. silence. more fillers.

i knew it was beginning to be uncomfortable for M. though a bit confused, i asked for the person's name and checked his digital prints.

"i just want you to pretend as if you are someone filthy capable of offering him an indecent proposal. i just want to know if he will bite it."

i felt as if something cold rushed to my head, screaming, HUWAAAATTTT??!!! but i figured i have to hear him out.

"i guess, he is a model?"

"yes."

"PLU?"

"no."

"hmmmm....so what am i going to do with him again?"

"alright. i'll be honest. i am currently managing him. but i have my doubts."

"doubts of what?"

"that he is using me?"

"you already slept with him, noh?"

silence.

"and now, you are developing feelings for him na din?"

longer and more awkward silence.

"how did you know?"

"booking."

"you had the same experience?"

"im referring to the movie."

"does he know?"

"i guess so.why are you making this favor so tough?"

"dude, of course. i need to know everything."

"alright, yes."

"why?"

M already refused to answer my questions.

"i cannot promise you anything. but let me see what i can do."

besides, my job has landed me to worst and i don't think it will hurt that much anymore especially if i am doing it for a friend.

***
but after we ended the call, it really made me think about it.

denial

sometimes, just like a shape sorter toy, regardless of how we force ourselves in the picture, how we fight for us to belong in the same frame and how we struggle and wish to be another , we simply just can't.

for the simple reason that we are who we are. instead of drowning ourselves with frustrations, we should learn how to plow the best out from it.

depression

i can sense that M totally understand this: that regardless of how perfect the picture maybe inside his head and how marvelous tomorrow maybe for them, the realization will still hit him that what M wants only serves himself and that M is silly to believe that M would eventually be accepted and appreciated, more than what he is receiving now.

its paradoxical how they are completely different despite being the same.

anger

M knows, this is just plain business. that what happened to both of them could probably be the guy's ways of gaining his real intentions. but M still insists.

why?

bargaining

because M believes that it is no longer the possibility that matters now. what he only wants is the guy's better welfare, that he will be a good husband and father to his family. M is no longer expecting anything in return. M just wants to be the good Samaritan to him, his angel, to put it on his words.

but at the end of the day, i only hope that when the lights are turned off and silence starts to creep in, this fulfillment will be enough to cradle his loneliness to sleep.

and

acceptance... to follow.

Friday, July 30, 2010

things inside my pocket

even the thought of clearing my throat was not an option. it was already too late when i have realized that my own courage already abandoned me inside that cold ruin. paralyzed and confused.

the only things left were two familiar objects i always kept inside my pocket and another one, which i always deny bringing.

it was not the first time i have been with this ghost. but regardless of how much i shield myself against it, my body still reacts indifferently. it drops down 'til i chill. my heart turns cold like a snail, but my face burns as if its melting all the coming intuitions.

then i opened my eyes wide and bravely watched as the shadows danced and swept time and everything away. it is just fascinating how it weaved empty memories. honestly, i never really thought that i would still live up to that day to witness and be mesmerized by it. something not all are privileged to see, for they chose not to see it.

though the thoughts of freezing vodka mingling on the tip of tongues was tempting, something inside my pocket just pulled me back. the same moment when i have realized that a cold sheet of pure impulsiveness almost devoured me. thus, with a weak but definite voice, i pulled myself together and marched away. dressing myself with a distinct pallet of two entirely different colors of victory and loneliness.

all i could hear then was the last drops of a drying rain pour, and a deafening silence behind the door in front of me.

for a moment, i felt scared of what i was to embrace. but the urge of not looking back was stronger than the shackles that kept and defined me for the longest time.

so this time, i promised myself that there will no longer be any room for regrets.

Friday, July 16, 2010

virgin daw si jim

*isang minadaling writing exercise about homo-erotic fiction.

"virgin pa po kasi ako, kuya."

sus. kung makailang beses ko nang narinig 'to. at madalas, kinukumbinsi ko na lang ang sarili ko na maniwala. sa tinagal-tagal ko sa pagpunta dito, alam ko na kung sino ang nagsisinungaling at nagsasabi ng totoo. kungsabagay, totoo man o hindi ang sinasabi ni jim, kantot pa din ito para sa akin.

nakilala ko si jim sa internet. bagong graduate daw siya at galing sa probinsya. kaya naman, nakuha niya agad ang atensyon ko. at lalo akong nanabik nang makita ko ang picture niya. as usual, katawan lang. moreno at matipuno. pero halatang batak sa bukid o dagat. ganun na ganun ang tipo ko. wala na akong pakialam kung anong itsura ng mukha. hindi na naman mahalaga ang itsura kapag tag-libog ka, di ba? bonus na lang talaga kung gwapo.

nagkusa na akong bumili ng condom at lube sa convenient store na napagkasunduan namin. nagpanigurado na din ako ng gatorade. hindi na din naman kasi ako bumabata at ayaw ko namang mapahiya. pagkaubos nang iniinom ko, sakto naman ang dating niya. at tama nga ang horoscope sa dyaryo, sweswertehin daw ako sa araw na ito.

magandang lalaki si jim. mapungay ang mga mata, na halata mong kinakabahan; mayabang ang ilong, at higit sa lahat, mapula ang labi, na parang may sasabog na gatas kapag kinagat mo. tang' ina lalong lumakas ang pitik sa loob ng brief ko.

kaya dumiretso na kami sa kalapit na motel. tahimik lang si jim habang papunta kami duon. "ayos to ah," sabi ko sa sarili ko.

ayaw ko kasi ng madakdak bago makipagseks, nawawalan ako ng gana. para sa akin, saktong seks trip lang. ayokong nakikipagkwentuhan dahil hindi naman ako naghahanap ng kaibigan. nababad-trip din ako kapag nakakarinig ng kulot o twang. kaya mas okay na yung tahimik.

pagpasok sa kwarto, dumiretso agad ako sa kama. umupo sa gilid at nagtanggal ng medyas at sapatos. habang nakatayo lang si jim sa harap ko at nakatitig sa akin. hindi ko napigilang mapatawa. halatang hindi nga siya sanay sa ganito. kaya sinunggaban ko na.

tumayo ako, diniretso ang kanyang labi at agad hinanap ang kanyang dila. siguro laway na niya ang pinakamatamis sa lahat nang natikman ko. bigla ko tuloy naalala ang probinsiya.

sinagot din naman agad ako ni jim ng halik. naalala ko'ng, parang nag-espadahan ang mga dila namin sa loob ng kanyang bibig. maya-maya'y marahan kong sinipsip ang dila niya dahil sa pagkagigil. napaungol naman siya sa ginawa ko hanggang sa napansin ko'ng siya na mismo ang nagpapasok ng dila niya sa bibig ko--- mukhang nawili ang binata.

dahan-dahan kong tinaas ang kanyang tshirt. pagkahubad, sandali ko munang pinagmasdan ang katawan niya. pagkatapos ay lihim na napamura. nang makita ko ang matigas niyang mga utong, linantakan ko agad yung nasa kanan . napaliyad si jim at napahigpit ang pagkakasabunot sa akin. lalong lumakas ang pag-ungol niya ng simulan ko'ng laru-laruin ang kanyang utong ng aking dila. pabilog-bilog, taas-baba at marahang sinisipsip. tang' ina ang unang salitang narinig ko sa kanya. pero ang sarap pakinggan nu'n tuwing sinasabi niya. ang macho lang ng boses; malalim at garagal. lalo talaga akong ginanahan.

hindi na din naman napigilan ni jim na abutin ang dibdib ko. hinanap ang matigas ko na ding mga utong at pinaglaruan. ginagaya ng kanyang mga daliri kung paano ko siya dinidilaan. naisip ko'ng para akong teacher at siya ang estudyante ko.

maya-maya'y bumaba na ang labi ko mula sa pagitan ng kanyang matigas na dibdib, pababa sa kanyang tiyan. medyo natagalan pa nga ako sa bandang iyon. nakakakiliti kasi sa mukha ang manipis na karog na gumuhit mula sa ilalim ng kanyang pusod patungo sa ilalim ng kanyang brief. may kagat na ang halik ko sa katawan niya, hanggang tuluyan na din siyang napahiga sa kama.

hindi ko na matandaan kung ako o si jim ang nagtanggal ng aming pantalon. basta ang alam ko, light blue ang brief na suot niya, dahil tandang-tanda ko kung papaano sumilip ang dulo ng ulo ng kanyang sandata sa loob nu'n. parang humahalagpos mula sa masikip na garter; parang asong nakatali, nagmamakaawang palayain at naglalaway. tang' ina, ang lakas ng pre-cum ni jim. akala mo naiwang gripo sa lababo.

dahan-dahan kong binaba ang brief niya. seryoso, nagulat ako sa nakita ko. parang nagtaas-baba ang mga kamay ko sa isang malaking tubo na hindi mo alam kung nasaan ang magkabilang dulo. nagtuloy-tuloy ako sa pagbayo habang pinagmamasdan ko kung papaano mabaliw sa harap ko si jim.

bawat parte ng katawan niya ay nakakagigil. at masasabi kong ngayon lang ako nalito ng ganito sa isang naka-sex eyeball. hindi ko alam kung ano ang pwedeng pagsabayin, kung ano pa ang pwedeng haplusin at lamasin habang binabayo ko siya. ito yung mga pagkakataon na iniisip mong sana kasing dami ng daliri mo ang kamay mo pero dapat ay mas madami pa din ang labi mo. parang walang hindi masarap kay jim. sisimutin mo hanggang sa pinakadulo at kasingit-singitan.

maya-maya'y, bigla akong tinulak ni jim pahiga ng kama. agad niyang binaba ang brief ko at sinubo ang aking alaga. ang init ng loob ng bibig niya. parang binababad sa maligamgam na tubig ang titi ko. may manaka-nakang sumasabit ang ngipin niya pero ayos na din. hinablot ko ang kanyang buhok at binayo nang binayo ang kanyang mukha. hindi naman tumanggi si jim kaya lalo ko pang binilisan ang pagbayo. halos mapasigaw ako sa sarap.

"tang' ina ang sarrraaaaappp!"

lalong bumilis, sumasabay na si jim sa aking pagbayo.

para na akong lalabasan. parang madami-dami itong malalabas ko. gustong kong iputok sa mukha at lunurin si jim ng katas ko. pero masyadong maaga pa. gusto kong sulitin ang pagkakataon.

hinugot ko ang sandata ko mula sa bibig ni jim. pinahiga ko siya ulit. ako naman ang sumubo sa ari niya.

"taaaaannnggg' iiiinnnnaaaaa, tol!"

halos mangisay sa sarap si jim. binilisan ko na din ang pag tsupa.

linabas ko na ang isa sa mga secret technique ko: eight shallow, two deep.

lalong lumakas ang sigaw ng binata.

maya-maya'y kinuha ko ang biniling lube at pinahid sa daliri. mababaw at dahan-dahan kong pinindot ang tumbong ni jim. agad siyang napabangon.

"kuya, hindi ko po ata kaya yan."

"huwag ka'ng mag-alala daliri lang ito."

"hindi ko pa po kasi yan nasusubukan. natatakot ako."

lalo akong nanabik sa pagkumbinsi sa kanya.

"hayaan mo dadahan-dahanin ko saka sanay ako dito. sa una lang 'to masakit pero kapag nasanay ka na lalong sumasarap. sige na, pumayag ka na."

may pag-aalangan sa mukha ng binata.

"expert ako dito, huwag kang mag-alala. ako ang bahala sa iyo," tinapos ko ng isang matamis na pagkindat ang paninigurado ko sa kanya.

napangiti na lamang si jim at bumalik sa pagkakahiga.

agad kong sinubo ulit ang kanyang sandata. nagtaas-baba habang ginagalugad ng daliri ko ang mailap daw na butas niya. nang matagpuan yun, buong ingat ko'ng binagtas ang kanyang kasikipan. napaungol ang binata. bahagyang napausog siya papalayo sa akin nang sandaling naging marahas ako. mukhang kailangan ko'ng maging mas maingat.

mas mainit ang loob ng dakong iyon ng binata. mainit subalit malambot. animo'y nakilala ko ang isang panig ng kanyang pagkatao sa loob nun. lalo akong nananggigil, gusto ko siyang pasukin. gusto ko'ng angkinin ang kanyang unang karanasan. nais ko gawin itong isang karanasan 'di niya malilimutan. gusto ko'ng maalala niya ako.

nang maramdaman ko'ng relaks na ang kanyang loob, hinugot ko ang aking daliri at inabot ang biniling condom. biglang napabangon si jim sa kanyang pagkakahiga.

"huwag muna. hindi pa ako handa. hanggang daliri na muna, kuya," buo ang takot sa kanyang pakikiusap.

sandali akong napatingin sa mukha niya, at naging napakapamilyar ng tagpong iyon. parang bigla ko'ng nakita ang sarili ko sa kanya noon. noong una ko naman karanasan, sa isang lalaking hindi ko na matandaan ang mukha at pangalan. wala na akong nagawa kundi tumango.

dahan-dahan ko ulit siyang pinahiga. inabot ko ulit ang bote ng lube at nagpahid ng mas marami. mas naging madali na sa akin noon na hanapin ang kanyang namamasa ng butas. umungol ulit si jim pagpasok ng aking daliri. napaliyad sa kanyang pagkakahiga. napapikit. lalo ko tuloy nabilisan ang paglabas-loob sa kanya. lalong lumalakas ang kanyang pag-ungol.

"masarap ba jim? ha? sagutin mo ako? masarap ba, ha?!"

subalit ungol lang ang naging sagot sa akin ng binata.

naisip ko'ng ipuslit ang isa ko pa'ng daliri. binilisan ko lalo para hindi niya mapansin. inabot ko na ang kanyang nanlalambot na sandata at binayo din ito. nagsimula na niya akong tawagin.

"kkkkuuuuyyyyyaaaa, ttttaaaaannnngggg' iiiiinnnaaa. kuuuyaaa!"

halos maputol ang kanyang litid sa katatawag sa akin. may sandaling parang gusto ko nang palitan ang aking pangalan. ironically, pakiramdam ko ang taas-taas ko habang minumura niya ako. parang ang galing-galing ko, parang ang lakas-lakas ko sa kanyang bawat pagsusumamo.

"kkkuuuyyyyaaa, annnngggg sssaaaaarrrrrraaaappp! ssssiiiiiggggeeee pppppaaaa!!!"

lumalawak na ang kanyang butas. talagang nag eenjoy na siya sa ginagawa ko. kaya sinubukan ko pa'ng magpuslit ng isa pa'ng daliri. lalong lumakas ang kanyang pag ungol at pag sigaw pagkatapos ay bigla siyang napahawak sa aking braso.

"kkkuuuyyyaaa, sandali lang para po akong mapupunit."

hininto ko siya sa kanyang ambang pagbangon.

"sige lang, masasanay ka din. malapit na 'to."

lalo ko pang binilisan ang pagbayo sa kanyang likuran.

"AH! kuya, mukhang lalabasan na po ako e, kuuuyyyaaa! kuya!"

ito na ang sandaling hinihintay ko. dumating na ako sa rurok ng aking pagnanasa para kay jim. tuluyan na akong nagpadaig sa aking panggigil. kaya naman lalo ko pang binilisan ang aking pagbayo mula sa kanyang harap at likuran.

"kkkkuuuyyyyaaaa, mukhang lalabasan na po talaga ako. hindi ko na kaya, kuya."

"sige lang, tang'ina ilabas mo yan. iputok mo lang! ok lang yan. ako ang bahala sa iyo."

sa una muling pagkakataon, gusto ko ulit makita ang pagsabog ng kainosentahan sa aking harapan. hindi man ito ang unang pagkakataon na may linabasan sa harapan ko. pero sa dalas ko'ng ginagawa ito, parang naging pare-pareho na lamang ang itsura at eksena ng lahat ng mga nakasiping ko.

subalit may kung anong kakaiba kay jim na labis akong nanggigil. sa una muling pagkakataon ay naranasan ko muli ang pakiramdam katulad noong una akong nakipagtalik sa kapwa ko lalaki. halos nailabas ko ata noon ang lahat ng katas ko sa loob ng aking katawan, at lagpas ulo nang sumabog.

gusto ko muling makita yun. gusto ko muling maranasan ang pakiramdam. kaya nagpatuloy ako sa pagbayo habang nagpatuloy naman si jim sa pagsumamo at lalong humigpit ang kanyang pagkakahawak sa aking braso.

"kkkkuuuyyyaaaa, aaanndddiiitttooo naaaaa, kuya!!!"

"tang'ina sige iputok mo!"

halos ikabaliw ko ang pagbayo kay jim. yun na marahil ang pinakamabilis na pagbayo na ginawa ko. mas mabilis pa sa ginagawa ko sa sarili ko.

"lalabas na talaga kuya. eto na..eto na..."

halos hindi na ako nakapaghintay, napako na lamang ang tingin ko sa kanyang harapan habang halos maglaho ang kamay ko sa kakataas-baba sa kanyang alaga. nag-aabang. naghihintay.

"eto na kuya, eeeeetttttoooooo nnnnnnaaaa...."

AYAN NAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

...

isang mainit at malapot na katas ang umagos sa aking kamay kasabay ng paghugot ng isang malalim na hininga si jim. malakas ang pagsabog ang nagawa ng binata. subalit hindi ito lumagpas sa kanya-kanya naming mga bunbunan. bagkus animo'y isang dakot ng magaspang na putik ang tumagas mula sa kanya, na may mas nakakasulasok na amoy, kaiba sa aking inaasahan. dahan-dahan ko'ng hinugot ang mga daliri ko mula sa kanyang pwerta. at duon tumambad, ang marahil, lahat ng kinain niya noong araw na iyon o mga nakalipas pa.

duon ko napatunayang, oo, tama. virgin nga si jim.

Friday, May 15, 2009

three signs of pagiging tigang (fictional)

nung isang araw,
habang naglalakad
sa kahabaan ng katipunan
iniisip ko paano mo masasabi
kung tigang na ang isang tao?
so tinext ko ang tatlong kaibigan ko.
sabi ng una,
kapag sobrang nagiging
malisyoso ka daw..
tapos nakita ko ito:
but can you blame me?
may palagay naman akong
yun din ang naisip niyo.
kaya hindi ako naniwala
sabi naman nung isa ko pang katext,
through one's subconscious.
tapos nakaramdam ako ng malamig
na wisik ng tubig sa hita ko
habang naglalakad at nang liningon ko
sila ang nakita ko:
katipunan's masa version of bath house.
COINCIDENCE!
debunked na si freud!
so nagtanong ulit ako,
sabi nung huling pinagtanungan ko,
kapag it reminded you of someone
ayyyy
WALA NA! kalokohan na ito!
di hamak naman, koyang!
DI HAMAK naman!
so i therefore, conclude.
hindi ako tigang!
bow!
si... ano na lang!
BASTA!
hahaha. ayoko na baka
magalit na siya sa akin!
peace!
pasensiya na sabaw
ang utak ko ngayon!
hahaha!
sidedish muna po:
yan, ang avatar na kakalaban sa avatar ni dave! hahaha!

Friday, April 17, 2009

the struggle: from top to bottom and everything else in the middle

many would argue that men are innately driven for power. they struggle for a position that would be above than the rest of his fellow. he seeks power to influence other, wealth to provide his material decandence and fame to satisfy his ego.politics is personal and personal is politics, as my activist friends used to say. no person can actually claim that they are apolitical because in everything that we do, politics is involve. the way we are designated in the dining table, how we ride the mrt and even in having sex.

earlier, my attention was caught, as usual, by mugen's post entitled the catcher. it dwelled upon the story of his friend who was thinking about giving up his ass to his partner. but the thing was both of them were top.
the first time, i encountered the term top, was during the time dianne and i were doing our thesis in college. i must admit, i was surprised when i first heard it from our respondents. there was this spark that triggered the interest in me, as if an itch craving to be understood.

kenchie and joar are partners for almost 3 years during that time. kenchie is a frat man taking up engineering. while joar was a former nursing students, who stowed away from home in isabela after his family knew about his sexuality. the former is couple of years younger than the latter. and thanks to a local internet chatting room in baguio, they met.

at first look, you'll say that both of them could probably good friends. i even mistook them as ordinary customers when i entered the internet cafe, where i was told by dianne to meet them. after introducing myself and the purpose of my interview, i was surprise, when they started the interview in the middle of the place.

"whats with the shock? we haven't told you anything yet," kenchie asked me.

"aren't we going somewhere more silent and discreet? i am just concern because most of the questions i have our quite personal."

"don't worry. most of the patrons here are our friends and also chatters, so its okay," joar answered.

"excuse me for being such an amature researcher," i said to myself. so we proceeded.

in the start, i felt that the interviewer was more uncomfortable than the interviewees. but later on, the discomfort subsided and found myself throwing questions spontaneously. it was indeed an enlightening one. i realized that conversations with strangers are probably one of the most unforgetful and meaningful talk one will ever have in his/her lifetime.

then we finally reached the issue of sex. i decided not to prepare any questions for it to avoid personal intrusions. i thought of just letting them talk and probably pick up random questions from there. after a while, kenchie introduced himself as the top while joar as the bottom. then joar immediately reacted that he is versatile. kenchie laughed. i told them i am completely clueless. then they both laughed. i even heard a couple of other customers giggled at my back. the discomfort returned. i just hate that feeling that everybody knows something except me.

fortunately, joar was kind enough to explain what top, bottom and versatile mean. based from him, the top portrays the male part on the intercourse. bottom as the female counterpart. while versatile can do both. then everything made sense. so they continued.

while kenchie was talking, i then recalled on how joar reacted when he was introduced as the bottom. i immediately felt the stigma and connotation of the word to him. it was the exact same feeling from the other set of respondents i met, prior to them. the first insisted he was bisexual than gay. while the other claims he is gay than "bakla". while some also claimed that they are straight who are just curious and looking for good time. i never realized the plurality and complexities of such terms until i decided to do that research. as if every character and letter of the word signifies meanings that could either defend or destroy one.

from there, my interest began to widen. as if our topic gave birth from one thing to another: from stereotypes, to homophobia, to virtual sanctuaries, to internal homophobia and to this, power struggles among gay partners.

it is interesting to note that even among gay homosexuals, the image of the man is still seen as above from the rest, that it is favorable, advantageous and powerful than those who possesses or even at the very least just portrays the "role" and the characteristics of a woman, that on this view is seen as weak, vulnerable and exploitable.

having this in mind, while i am writing this, i wondered, is it possible for patriarchy to evolve to another form from the one we use to know? if this is true, then is it also posible that what homosexuals are experiencing now are just the tip of the discrimination that is ahead of them? or is it more hurtful than being discriminated by fellow homosexual?

i may not be perfectly aware of this or probably i am just over analyzing things again. but if there is one thing that i am sure of, that is the fact that labels and roles don't justify what a person is. for a person is ought to define him/herself alone.

***
a couple of hours later after reading mugen's post, i sent him a message regarding it. then he replied with a simple line, its all about power struggle, wiwik.

then i finally realized that he has a point and that we were actually coming from two entirely different perspectives. when i was thinking too much about the bigger arena, he was actually coming from a smaller and more intimate space.

it is given that man seeks power over to his fellow. but the theory overturns when love enters the equation. if a person indeed loves someone, regardless of preference, s/he is "willing" to sacrfice his/her position despite of the doubt and possible hurt ahead. simply because s/he is loving---

and this basically, what makes love special.

***
probably, the summer heat is already draining all my emoness dry and i need some refilling again. hahaha!
and no, dabo, yours is an exception. you have a immeasurable source of it, for you are thy the perpetual and ever-immaculate one. peace out!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

can we blame them? chronicle: ang kondesa at ang reyna (the last installment)

sa isang malayo at tagong-tagong kareynaan, may dalawa makapangyarihan nilalang ang nag-aagawan ng kapangyarihan: si kondesa botomesa, ang mangbibiyak ng mga turumpong kangkarot at si reyna tirada, ang tirador ng mga mesang punggok.


walang mga mandirigma ang kareynaan dahil hindi sila naniniwala sa agresyon o pisikal na labanan. ang siste kasi, ang anumang hindi pagkakaunawaan o away ay dinadaan sa lambingan. pinagsasama ang magkakaaway o hindi nagkakaunawaan sa iisang bubungan.

walang kondisyon ang kasunduan. Pwede nilang gawin ang kahit anong gusto nilang gawin basta magkasama. paliligo, pagtatae, pagplupluck ng bulbol at kahit pagtatalik ng nakasabit sa puno ng balete, pwede.

walang din tiyak na pagtatapos ito. magpapatuloy hanggang sa may isa ang bumigay, manghina ang tuod at mahulog ang loob. samakatuwid, ang unang mainlove, talo at kung anuman ang pinagtatalunan ay ipapanig o ibibigay kung sino ang nanalo.

ito ang batas ng kanilang kareynaan.

kilala si kondesa botomesa at reyna tirada bilang mga kilabot ng kasunduan. naging mayaman at makapangyarihan ang dalawa dahil dito. madalas kapag may gusto silang makuha, gumagawa sila ng paraan para maagaw ito sa may-ari. madalas, dahil sa takot na mainlab, sinusuko na lang ng mga may-ari ang kanilang ari-arian sa mga ito.

kilala si kondesa botomesa sa kanyang pamatay na bongang-barurotan-teknik. samantalang si reyna tirada naman sa kanyang con-todo-romansa-totnak-teknik. madaming nahumaling sa kanilang dalawa, nainlove, nabaliw at may ilan ding nagpatiwakal.

pero ang pinagtatakhan ng lahat, ni minsan ay hindi nangahas ang dalawa na kalabanin ang isa't isa.

hanggang sa isang araw ay kumalat ang balitang namatay si emperetris versosa---AHHH! at kinailangan ng kareynaan ng bagong pinuno. nag-unahan ang dalawang hitad sa registration. nahati ang pila na kasing haba ng edsa sa dalawa. nag unahan ng naka full panggayak, kahon na lang ang kulang at animoy may ibuburol na.

sabay na nakarating sa unahan ang dalawa. nagkaroon ng pagtatalo kung sino ang nauna. BINGO! pinataw ng kareynaan ang batas sa kanila at napagkasunduang kung sino ang unang sumuko ay siya ang papalit sa na namatay na empretris versosa--- AHHH!

nagsama nga sila.
sa kanilang pagsasama, tatlong taon, silang hindi nag-usap at naghintayan kung sino ang gagawa ng unang hakbang. mga 6 and a half years nung, di sinasadyang magtama ang kamay nila habang natutulog. then another 15 years, 5months and 21 days, nang narinig nila sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon ang boses ng isa't-isa. Nung nagcelebrate silang ng silver anniversary, unti-unti ng naging pisikal ang kanilang relasyon. kailangan nang masahehin ng kondesa ang kumekebang na spine ng reyna. samantalang finafacial naman ng reyna ang tinutubuan na ng kamoteng mukha ng kondesa. di naglaon naging malapit sila sa isa't-isa hanggang sa natutunan ng humirit at mang alaska. at sa unang pagkakataon nagtalik sila. lumabas ang kani-kanilang natatagong mga teknik. sabay-sabay na biyak ang mga trumpong kangkarot at napilayan ang mga mesang punggok.

nagsigawan ang mga tao. nag-alunlungan ang mga aso. nagkatitigan ang reyna at kondesa. hinihintay kung sino ang unang bibitaw. inabot ng umaga ang titigan, animoy unang kumurap na ang labanan. hanggang sa pareho silang sumuko at nagyakapan. magkahawak kamay silang naglakad. tiyak nilang naghihintay na ang mga tao sa labas at inaabangan kung sino ang nagtagumpay. sabay nilang binuksan ang pintuan at nagulat sa nakita. wala na ang buong kareynaan.

walang nagtagumpay.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

remembering starcrossed

this short film would probably already familiar for some. since i have already posted it before.

basically, the reason i have posted it again is because of what i have realized last night.

me and odette decided to meet up in gateway and got ourselves fraps with the same variant again---java chip. "nothing changed!"

as usual, we updated ourselves with the current happenings in our life, which was obviously not that many. since she already joined me in my quest to the world of the un(der)employed. she just resigned from work as a HR personnel in an international money remittance company. for reasons, we again obviously share.

while we were talking, we tumbled upon jopao, another friend from baguio. we greeted and invited him to sit with us. in which, he enthusiastically accepted. probably, like us, he was looking for a sensible chat after along boring day at work(the last two words are not related to me and odette). we talked about ourselves, careers, some friends in the highlands, love lives and films. in which the latter really caught our interest.

then i remembered jopao creating a short film entitled, metro, when we were undergraduate, as part of the their broadcasting curriculum. but since i am a social science graduate, we don't mount such projects. we just keep our nose stuck on piles of readings after more readings, essays and more essays. thus, this was the thing that i would always envy them. if only i have the chance and the proper training, i will do one, as i always tell myself.

then i thought, what really gave me the interest and the idea of doing short films? i remember when i was a kid, i wanted to be an architect. i even remember a fellow classmate whom i made a promise with that by the time we grew up, we will become architects. but it seemed like not all things in life will come the way you wanted it to be. the last time, i checked, i think he is already a pharmacist. while me, i am unemployed (am i rubbing it to much now? sorry i can't help it). then after looking for pages after pages in my about to deteriorate memory, i found it! it was actually this film that made me fall in love with films.

basically, i love the story of this one because it tackled something that is not being tackled by many. in short, a very sensitive issue that discussed double twists of two unlikely events. some called it taboo. some would say its immoral. they even called them freaks and abomination. but after watching the film, i realized, it was more of a simple story of life of two individuals probably in a wrong reality. thus, they were never accepted and the film was entitled starcrossed.

it had been almost 4 years now, since i last saw this movie. but it was just now that i 've realized, that when most people already moved on and have gone back to their lives after seeing this or probably another movie, i am still here stuck and living inside the same screen of this story.

probably, this was the main reason why most of the time i tend to write about very sensitive topics. a way of giving the (being) marginalized voice to tell people that such things happen and we don't have any right to pass judgement to them. probably, like any other social change it would take time before one issue will be accepted. but for now, i am decided, that i'll continue reiterating these topics until change is properly served in its proper place. no matter how long it would take.

Friday, April 4, 2008

O

was a person i knew from baguio. O texted me the other night and invited me for a meet up. later on proposed for a dvd marathon at my place---over night (bold and italicized).
as much as i wanted to play as naive as i could be, unfortunately, if you know the business, you'll know what this person is up to.
i met O when i was in college. we got acquianted inside an affiliation i was into before. O was rather unnoticed, petite and silent. until we held an activity in which we got to know each other---deeper (ehem!).

eventually, we became close until my housemates decided to invite O to move in to our house. since O was always there everyday and we'll be needing extra help regarding city services---it
was a wonderful plan, at first. but wait until you hear the catch.

it didn't take them that long to convinced O and i really never minded household matters because i was really not good at it, up until now. usually i would just agree without really knowing what they were talking about.

basically, they've decided to break my whole life of being single in a room.

yes, we became roommates. they confessed that they were actually waiting for me to react violently and realize that since there was no other space aside from my room, it was given that O will share the same room with me.

unfortunately, i was dumb and mute that time. so they've thought it was fine for me. but for a person who values his privacy so much, it was hell alarming. but there was no other option since the person already paid the bills and moved things. i was left with the option to accept the consequence of being pathetic and just to love your housemate for making up the grandeus plan.

---bizzzeeerrrkkkk!!!

to cut the story short, eventually the simple roommate thing turned into a more sensual fantasy-like roomate relationship.

O made the first move, of course. not because no one will admit that he made the first move, but honestly because it was indeed O, who made the first move (i am reiterating it, close to being redundant. so it should be true).

at first we tried to hide it, making the room as the only witness of that illicit relationship. until suddenly somebody spilled the beans and yes, it was O again---seriously.

good thing, i was an all-in-one-production man and i was able to come up with a good alibi and good acting skit. eventually the buzz faded away and unfortunately, so was those sizzling nights (hahaha, excuse my word).

when i went down to manila, i got involve with someone else and so was O. suprisingly, O was able to run the relationship for more than a year, in which i was forever envious (please don't ask why). until recently, they've decided to separate ways (evil laugh with lightning roars in the background).

but i must admit there was a smile at the side of my lips upon hearing the "tragic news". and being the demoure me, i waited for O to make the first move on and yes! O didn't fail me.

our text conversation lasted a week or so, brought about the boredom and heat of the summer. until the messages was beginning to move in a way as i wanted este expected it to be.

we eventually talked about sex, the relationship that we had, and whatever that came after. O began telling about the reason of their break up, the series of attempts O made to get laid until he began asking for advise on what to do regarding a stranger O met somewhere.

at first, it was quite appealing and i tried being as open as i could be. thinking it was really a turn on for someone to tell these things just for me to get jealous or be challenged. but along the way, i then realized that the conversation was beginning to be brutally and immaturely vulgar. O was sending sick and nasty messages such as "OOhhh...," "all i could think of is sex for the past two months," "i want it to do it right no," "shit!somebody just invited me for sex," and what not.

then everything i struggled to build in for the past week, just instantly crumbled down to its stand. indeed, sex is human and innate drive and i would not wash my hands pontius pilate like for being clean about the topic. as a matter of fact, as earlier mentioned, i am expecting this conversation. but O's hormones was all over the place as if uncontrolable. the messages were indeed vulgar and very nasty. just thinking about it, makes me lose all the adjectives that i have saved throughout years. to sum it all up, it was a major turn off, a disaster, hellish and scary.
seriously, i think O needs psychological help---as soon as possible.

the next day, O texted again asking why i didn't respond back and if i were mad. i was really on the verge of replying back with either "go figure" or "don't text me again, i am going to change number," but i was not that mean. i just sent a message telling O, that i wouldn't be able to make it today because i need to go back to the office and finish some things and then i need to fetch my sister for dinner---which actually happened later on.

O never texted again. probably O was eventuallt ranb over by reality, big time.

then, i just realized if i was just for pure sex then probably it was a nice catch lost considering it has been a long time since rain fell at amazon. but in second thought, i would rather opt with RSJ than doing it with a lunatic, don't you think? hahaha.