..paradise calling
Monday, July 27th, 2009
I woke up this morning and greeted a few friends via sms.
I’ve typed, magandang umaga <insert name here>, another week, another try in paradise. Hahaha ma-emo na lunes.
With that sent to a few people, I readied myself going to my work.
A fair day today huh, I told myself, the moment I stepped out of the building apartment.
That same time, I saw a gay man, prolly around 6 feet tall, quite an atlethic frame most masculine PLUs would love to have as their own body, with long blond hair which requires much attention. I should’ve known it requires attention; by popular demand or by popular expectations of the society for a gay guy like me. Hair of homosexual, especially with effeminate penchant should be kept gorgeous always.
He was dressed in fitting pants running down just below his knees and topped with a girly sando. I’m not really aware what the proper names of those pieces of clothing are, but they all look worn to me. He has legs which needed much shaving. I was literally searching for more improvement for him fashion wise.
Trailing behind him, I was not really in a hurry, and I’m not really interested with him but what caught my fascination were the remarks made by the four old women approaching opposite our direction.
“Hindi natural..” The old woman in black dress stated, the very second they were side by side with the gay man on the street.
“Iba na talaga ang mundo ngayon. Hindi naman ganyan nilikha ng…”
The tone of their voices, the glare of their eyes… argghh!!
I didn’t really try to listen to those women. It was such a sad circumstance for a Monday morning.
After passing several meters away, the gay man look back behind him, it was actually a quick glance after the women who have had just blatantly exposed their prejudices and literally harassed him-and in behalf of people with alternative lifestyle.
Flipping his hair, then he strutted forward; in a natural flair that usddenly erased everyhting I thought about the enhancement to be done base on my popular definition for beauty. The steps he made are like fine stroll in this place we falter to remember and call paradise.
The gay man stopped in front of a mini-restaurant and brought in the heavy plastic bag full of puto, he was carrying in his strong arms.
Mandaluyong City|27 July 2009
