Closet Clutters

And so I'm back... from outer space.. :)) Yes, I'm back in the PH and back to blogging. Medyo na-miss ko din magsulat ng slight. For the past few days kasi after landing, sobrang naging hectic ang sked ko. Ang daming kailangang tapusin at ayusin. I had to apply for clearance para makuha ko na yung TOR ko at diploma. I had to enroll again para maging bonifide student at i-avail ang student rate ng isang conference. I had to sked a visa interview na sobrang slim ng chance pero buti na lang at may nag-open na sked; at na-approve pala visa ko. And lastly, I had to meet friends na na-miss ko ng ilang buwan na. So hayun, medyo packed ang unang linggo ko pagkabalik sa pinas. Pero masaya naman. Ang pinaka-memorable sa linggo ko ay yung naging masahe sa akin noong nakaraang sabado. Tagal rin hinanap ng katawan ko yung hagod at diin ng ibang kamay sa katawan ko. Wala namang ES, pero may konting tease na naganap. sige na nga, maraming tease. Yung masahista kasi e, masyado siya. ...

I remember corpcloset's advice in a talk some time ago that if a gay guy should decide to stay in the closet, he should be ready to play the part. But my dilemma was that I don't know anything about what straight guys talk about like cars, sports, or girls. --- I have long chosen not to put a finality on my gender orientation until I haven't been with a girl. Wouldn't you agree that as a consumer, before we decide which product to buy, we look at other alternatives. Maybe there's something the one has that the other has not. 

SPAKOL - n. (SPA + jaKOL) isang spa na bentahe na ang extra service. Matapos ang usapang McArthur, Spiderman, Hello world!, at iba pa (sa mga hindi ito alam, usapang tae po ito. isipin ninyo na lang) - sa gitna ng pagkukumbinsi sa kasama naming manlibre ng lugaw o pares matapos ang inuman, lumabas ang terminong spakol . Sabi kasi nung isa naming friend meron daw lugawan malapit sa Timog bago daw sa spakolan sa Kamuning. Bilang tipshhhy na ako, di ko agad nagets yung sinabi niya. Dinig ko nga palakol. Nagets ko lang siya nung inulit lang niya yung sinabi niya. Laking tawa namin bilang ang manlilibre naming friend ay gurl. At ika nga ni gurl, " dapat bang naririnig ko to?! " haha. Tukso pa namin sa kanya na dun niya na lang kami ilibre. " Ba't ko naman kayo ililibre sa ganun?! " halakhakan na naman kami.  Aksheli, di iyun ang first time kong marinig yung term na yun. Narinig ko siya sa isa ko pang gurl na friend. Ishinare niya kasi noon na nagpupunta daw ...

I have never been to a bath house in my life. My knowledge about bath houses all came from blogs - gay blogs.  I discovered in those blogs that in bathhouses in the Philippines, you should leave all your shyness at the door because everybody walks around naked with cock whipping and balls hanging. There is a wet area where you can find the baths, sauna, steam room and shower. They say that's where the action takes place. So in short, you go to bathhouses if your looking for some titillating escapade. So that's what got me excited when I found out that I am going to go to a bathhouse here in Japan. Well aside from experiencing an authentic bathhouse for the first time, I would get to a see a sausage fest of sorts, have a relaxing massage, and hopefully experience some Japanese fun. I was darn nervous but excited.

I was just feeling really tired that day. There was all sort of stress that came my way that week - coming from deadlines from school and from the chaos in the family. All I want was just to have a relaxing massage since it has been a week since my last one. It was just fitting to reward myself with a good old rub down to ease tension from my body and my mind. So that night, I decided that I would get a massage no matter what. The bus I rode from school dropped me off at Kamuning Road. I decided not to go to my suking massage place because the new attendants there were young and very much inexperienced, as far as massage technique is concerned. That night I wanted quality massage really worth paying money for. In Kamuning, I remember passing-by a number of spa before. So I walked the street from EDSA to scout the area and look for a good massage place. The first spa that I passed-by had a black brand (which name I could not remember). It seemed nice but the feeling I had made me w...

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