Closet Clutters

Lately, I've been bursting in to song with no apparent reason. What's fascinating was that the song I've been humming in my head or singing out loud seemed to reflect my current state of mind.

This week's episode of Glee struck a chord with me. The show tackled bullying and teen suicide. Karofsky was bullied by everyone from his school for being gay. He was attacked personally and through cyberspace. What pushed him over the edge was the word "FAG" written on his locker. I am still in the closet, and am not planning to come out anytime soon because of a number of reasons, primarily  for the fear of being ostracized. But I do feel for the character. For being in the situation where everything seemed to be hopeless, and that the only way out was to take away his own life.

"May tanong lang ako sa'yo.." Text niya "Ano yun?" Reply ko. "May nakapagpakilig ba sa'yo dun sa geb?" "Meron. Pero sikretong malupit."

I went to see him last night to surprise him after work. We've been exchanging text messages since we've seen each other at the gathering I mentioned in my last post. I was excited to see him again and just hang out. When we met, he suggested we go for a few drinks. We invited another acquaintance to join us. So it was now the three of us hanging out. We walked through the area trying to look for a good place to share some stories and beer. But we didn't see anything that we liked. Tired from walking, I jokingly suggested we buy some liters of beer, put it in my bag, and check ourselves in. Surprisingly, they thought the idea was brilliant. We could enjoy each other's company at the same time we would have a place to crash.

I just participated in a social gathering of an all-male community. For the past weeks, I entertained myself by frequenting a chatroom I accidentally stumbled upon while I was blog hopping.  In those weeks, I have been acquainted with a number of chatters, PLUs to be exact. And to label it further, chatters came from different locations and preferences. Some are from the USA, middle east, and most of them from different regions in the Philippines. Being visible these past weeks in the chatroom, I was invited in their gathering.

Yesterday, I bought a pair of scissors. For what? You may ask. Well, I've been contemplating this for a long time now. It has been bothering me for a month and I can't seem to decide which approach to take. It's about my pubes. I don't know if I would trim it again or try shaving. Trimming has been my grooming solution for my hairs down under since I could remember being aware of hygiene down there. But recently, I don't know if I should explore shaving. I saw a video from Gillette about shaving your groin. It's true that trimming the bushes makes the tree look bigger. But should I cut the whole grass or leave some for the sensation? I remembered a friend sharing his shaving experience back in high school. He said that when his pubes grew back after shaving, it was itchy, like when your beard grows back. It's like that. I don't want to feel uncomfortable when my pubes grow back. It would feel like a sand paper while I walk. Plus, shaving would ent...

This just happened. I met someone earlier from an internet site and he invited me over to his place. My true and honest intention was to hang out and just watch "Immortals" but he had something else in mind. To cut the story short, we had sex. While on top of me, he asked. Kaya ko kaya 'to? Thinking that he was implying an oral, I just replied with a smile. Then he stood and pulled out a sachet of lube from his drawer. He poured some lube on my cock and started pumping. I already knew where this is heading. But I was scared, mainly because I haven't done it yet. Kaya ko kaya 'to? Ang laki kasi e. Uhm, di ko pa kasi nagagawa yan eh , I confessed. E di masusubukan mo na . He said with a smirk. He pumped my cock a couple of times to make it harder. With me lying down, he sat on my cock and tried to insert it in his hole. He tried hard but he couldn't do it. He tried once again and succeeded in taking it all in. With my cock in, I cou...

Natuwa lang ako sa kinalabas nung numbers. Kung nabawasan lang ng isang digit, birthday ko na. :)

Hi there! How's your weekend so far? So my blog for tonight is connected with my previous entry. This afternoon I went to see Art. [I have two entries about him: Round Trip & Postponed ] I went to his place because (1) it's been a long time since we saw each other, (2) I missed him, and (3) I was bored. At his house, we sat in their living room and watched TV and talked about our lives. Since it was the the first time we've been together by ourselves since I left, the atmosphere was filled with sexual tension. A tension that later led to pleasurable consummation at the back of their house. But this entry is not about that. At the road, while waiting for an FX, I decided to make it clear to him what our relationship is. Well, the gist of what I said was, I am not looking for a relationship and I cannot make a commitment, what I can offer is just friendship. He seemed puzzled at first. Friendship with benefits? He thought that we already have an understanding of o...

While standing inside a junction-bound bus, I began to think about relationships, particularly dating. Is dating the same for everybody regardless of preference? Or, are there some differences and exemptions to the rule, if there are such rules? My main concern was 'how do PLU's date?'