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Straight but not Narrow

It doesn’t mean you’re a straight guy, you necessarily hate GAY people. Because it’s not how the world works. If you know how to love genuinely, I think, people will see it in their hearts to love no matter what’s your gender, your color, or your occupation. Loving is a basic human feeling, and I think it’s not that complicated or difficult to love diversity. You just have to find it in yourself to love others as you would yourself.

If you’d hate, it just shows how much you love yourself.

P.S. Thumbs up to Josh Hutcherson for standing up and being an example to the whole world that it’s not GAY to love the gay people!

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Alright, I want to make an apology on my harsh words in my last post. I was angry at the time and could type only the most painful words I can hurl to a person who wants to deny me and my sisters our rights. I will not justify my swearing, and cursing. BUT I WILL JUSTIFY THAT HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER SAID THAT.

Marriage is a right as a person, and not only as a Christian. Therefore, it is just rightful to grant this to all kinds of people – regardless of gender preference, race, occupation, etc. No one can suppress anybody’s right, and nobody should shove their religion to anyone.

AND FOR THE RECORD, homosexuality IS not all about the sex. If it is what Christians have been pointing out, well guess what bitches, gay relationships can transcend even further than that. Open your eyes and try to see the lengths love can go and the boundaries it can break. It has been more offending with what these people equating homosexuality with and how they are reducing gay people to sex-hungry, lustful individuals. We gays are so much more than that.

A shout out to all judgmental Jesus freaks Christians out there, please do us a favor. Do your homework well. And before you find speck in our eyes, why don’t you go find yours first. Please ask yourself what would Jesus do. And I hope you find it in your heart that HE WILL LOVE ALL OF US no matter what.

Don’t hate, guys! Only love.

Of loving unconditionally

Reading Pacman’s REBUTTAL of  Obama’s support for gay marriage makes me wanna wish his downfall from the boxing realm in exchange of my soul. Well, alright, my soul will worth more than a million Pacmans combined (I’m that pretty, hah!) BUT you see this guy – reads the bible a couple of times, and now he thinks he knows a lot of things! Well, I have three words for you boxing champion – Christian wannabe – Christ loves unconditionally. And if you believe gay people does not deserve the same freedom you are enjoying, then think twice if you love like Christ.

I’ll speak no more. I bid you to read what I attached below. It’s a perfect story and I wish the world can see how perfect it can be with people loving each other and enjoying their own freedom.

And you can suck that, Manny Pacquiao! To hell with you and your one-sided, bible-scholar-wannabe mindset. Whoever discipled you hasn’t discipled you enough.

Finally. FUCK YOU PO.  I am offended on how you view us, Mr. Pacquiao. Yes, I am Christian – I believe in Christ, but I don’t believe in most Christians.

* Edit: Less hate: Read it all here.

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This is an amazing photo that captured the moment a gay man hugged a member of a Christiangroup, that came to Gay Pride to apologize for the way the church has treated homosexuals. It’s nice to see people of faith have common sense enough to know that hate and prejudice is wrong. A step in the right direction towards equality and something everyone should learn from. THIS is the kind of compassion that religion teaches, but far too often doesn’t follow. Well done.

Since seeing this photo, a friend of mine had introduced me to more of the story. A man, by the name of Nathan, is the one you see above hugging the gay guy in his underwear, or Tristan rather. Well, Nathan wrote a blog about this day and this moment and what his and his fellow church-goers had done. Here is what he had to say:

I hugged a man in his underwear. I think Jesus would have too.

I spent the day at Chicago’s Pride Parade. Some friends and I, with The Marin Foundation, wore shirts with “I’m Sorry” written on it. We had signs that said, “I’m sorry that Christians judge you,” “I’m sorry the way churches have treated you,” “I used to be a bible-banging homophobe, sorry.” We wanted to be an alternative Christian voice from the protestors that were there speaking hate into megaphones. 

What I loved most about the day is when people “got it.” I loved watching people’s faces as they saw our shirts, read the signs, and looked back at us. Responses were incredible. Some people blew us kisses, some hugged us, some screamed thank you. A couple ladies walked up and said we were the best thing they had seen all day. I wish I had counted how many people hugged me. One guy in particular softly said, “Well, I forgive you.” 

Watching people recognize our apology brought me to tears many times. It was reconciliation personified. 

My favorite though was a gentleman who was dancing on a float. He was dressed solely in white underwear and had a pack of abs like no one else. As he was dancing on the float, he noticed us and jokingly yelled, “What are you sorry for? It’s pride!” I pointed to our signs and watched him read them. 

Then it clicked. 

Then he got it. 

He stopped dancing. He looked at all of us standing there. A look of utter seriousness came across his face. And as the float passed us he jumped off of it and ran towards us. In all his sweaty beautiful abs of steal, he hugged me and whispered, “thank you.” 

Before I had even let go, another guy ran up to me, kissed me on the cheek, and gave me the biggest bear hug ever. I almost had the wind knocked out of me; it was one of those hugs. 

This is why I do what I do. This is why I will continue to do what I do. Reconciliation was personified. 

I think a lot of people would stop at the whole “man in his underwear dancing” part. That seems to be the most controversial. It’s what makes the evening news. It’s the stereotype most people have in their minds about Pride.

Sadly, most Christians want to run from such a sight rather than engage it. Most Christian won’t even learn if that person dancing in his underwear has a name. Well, he does. His name is Tristan. 

However, I think Jesus would have hugged him too. It’s exactly what I read throughout scripture: Jesus hanging out with people that religious people would flee from. Correlation between then and now? I think so. 

Acceptance is one thing. Reconciliation is another. Sure at Pride, everyone is accepted (except perhaps the protestors). There are churches that say they accept all. There are business that say the accept everyone. But acceptance isn’t enough. Reconciliation is. 

But there isn’t always reconciliation. And when there isn’t reconciliation, there isn’t full acceptance. Reconciliation is more painful; it’s more difficult. Reconciliation forces one to remember the wrongs committed and relive constant pain. Yet it’s more powerful and transformational because two parties that should not be together and have every right to hate one another come together for the good of one another, for forgiveness, reconciliation, unity.

What I saw and experienced at Pride 2010 was the beginning of reconciliation. It was in the shocked faces of gay men and women who did not ever think Christians would apologize to them.

What I saw and experienced at Pride 2010 was the personification of reconciliation. It was in the hugs and kisses I received, in the “thank you’s” and waves, in the smiles and kisses blown.

I hugged a man in his underwear. I hugged him tightly. And I am proud.

THIS is truly heart-warming. I am crying as I write this because I am proud of this man and his willingness to share what he believes, despite the criticism he may receive. After this, even more came together to keep this story going. Someone had recognized Tristan from the photo, and Tristan got in touch with Nathan. These two shared how this moment meant so much for each of them, and that is what’s remarkable. One person meets another, and for each of them, this was a lasting experience and memory.

To read the interview that nathan did with Tristan, visit Nathan’s blog HERE

All of the photos above were taken by photographer, Michelle, whose work can be seen HERE.

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Made my day

My day didn’t really start the way I planned it to be, but this video just turned it upside down. Isn’t he SO cute?

*Censored thoughts: I’d smother that whole jar of Nuttela to his body and… hahaha, there’s a reason why it’s called censored thoughts hahaha*

Gay is not weak. Gay is not easy.

Nessun Dorma by Ronald Genato.

Acceptance by Petersen Vargas.

There’s so much more than just men and parties to being  gay. And I really beg to disagree that we are weak, that it’s so much easier so we chose to be gay.

Discriminated. Unaccepted. But at least we are who we are. We accepted to ourselves our truest form. No more hiding, no more pretending. It took so much for most of us to be gay, and that is not weakness or succumbing. It is bravery. Bravery to face what has been trash in the face of the society. Bravery to fight your way out of this demeaning world. Bravery to accept yourself for who you are, who you love, and what you stand up for.

And for me, no religion can limit me. Besides, it’s what I believe in what matters, not the practices I involve myself with.

White Beach, Puerto Galera

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If you’re not staying at White Beach, like we did, you may have to ride a tricycle from Muelle Pier. The ride costs P25 for each person. It’s a good 15 to 20-minute ride and while riding towards the beach, you can notice that some are on their way back already. I say this as if it’s an important thing to remember, because I just saw some hunks riding motorbikes in their trunks only. My sightseeing started in the road, I thought.

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We dropped by around after lunch, and the skies were clear and the waves were tame. This isn’t exactly the best beach in Puerto Galera for me, since we’ve also seen Sabang and Big Lalaguna, but there are more stuff to do at White Beach.

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So what can keep you busy at White Beach? Take a stroll at the beach, build a sand castle, hire a motor boat, island hop, ride a banana boat, go parasailing, get yourself inked, have a massage in the middle of the beach, drink to your liver’s content, eat to your hearts’ satisfaction or shop for beach wear and other souvenirs. If all else fail you can always go people-watch sightseeing if you know what I mean *wink*

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This is not the finest sand in the country, though I’m glad it’s a bit cleaner than other beaches. There are some sharp stones in the sea bed, so watch out for your hands and feet.

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There are no entrance fees to White Beach, so even if you’re staying at other resorts, you are always free to go and join the party here.

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TESDA-accredited (yepp, I asked!) masseuses, clad in green uniform with their mats and oils, roam around and offer massage services at the beach side. According to my research, most resorts don’t allow massage services in private rooms, so it’s done in the beach side instead. I was too shy to have a full body massage in public, so I asked only for hard back massage. If you’re like me whose body is more familiar with men’s hands (stop what you are thinking, lolz) don’t bother asking for masseurs, because there are none around the island. Even for the reputation Puerto Galera has earned. WIT!

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I love sunsets! So after the massage, we stopped a while to wait for the sunset. It was lovely seeing it with my friends, and maybe next time, with a boyfriend, haha! This meant two things though: swimming is over, and the party is on!

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We had dinner at Basilico Bar and Lodge. Usual grilled meat (kebabs, barbeque chicken, and liempo) costs P120 a stick, and grilled seafood costs P250. I had to credit this blog ’cause we’ve been warned of somewhat unreasonably priced food and restaurants and were able to avoid disappointment.

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We have no complains for what we ordered, aside from the kebab meat which was a bit tough. We love the liempo too much though to consider it for breakfast. Rice was generous, and we were such happy eaters.

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DSC_0639Trying to get a decent photo of the floating bar, but this is all I’ve got

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One of the highlights of a night spent in White Beach is to watch the fire dancers. You’ll know it’s a Puerto Galera special when you hear the collective gasps from the anticipating audience. The usual set up is a record player and speaker, a torch of fire, and the blazing poi. The fire dancer swooshes and swings the flaming poi with such energy and grace and one could just wonder how the dancer stays burn-free, what with the daring and fast dance steps with the poi on fire. It is a spectacular show, and entertainment runs throughout the night at White Beach courtesy of these very talented performers!

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When at Puerto Galera, you have to try their signature cocktail, the Mindoro Sling. It is made of several fruit juices, rum and gin; and the usual price for a pitcher is P300 and above. We were really determined to make the most out of what measly budget we have (we limited ourselves to spend P1500 only for that visit to White Beach) so we roamed around in search of the cheapest Sling in town.

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Fortunately, we were lucky to bump into Andy, who owns Pina Colada Bar. We were trying accomplish this little mission of ours and he just spotted us, he was wearing this shirt with their bar menu printed on it, and suddenly asked us to try his newly opened bar.

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He kept on telling us about their low-priced drinks, but we were really starstruck, instead of budget-concerned, so we didn’t care anymore and went to Pina Colada Bar. We came to know then that they just opened last Holy Week and Andy was doing the advertising for the bar, roaming around White Beach to spread the word about his venture.

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What surprises people when they get to the bar is how their drinks are incredibly affordable in comparison to other bars!!! I won’t get too skeptical and underestimate their sly concoctions, if you were you; because you will need to nurse a hangover the next day if you would!

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DSC_0663Vendors selling penoy, chicharon, peanuts, fish crackers and other pulutan roams the bars too

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So we stayed, seized a table and ordered a pitcher of Mindoro Sling Next Gen (P180) which is Sling with tequila. After five generous shots, this is the redness that you could make out of me! Hahaha! I swear I could turn into a tomato while this drink leaves one wobbly for hours!

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And here is Andy and look how good-looking he is! That will explain the dreamy eyes on our faces in this photo, though he’s not just that, you know. He’s really smart and fun to talk to. After doing his usual rounds, he sat with us and we began talking about his travels, Galera experiences, Europe, and his job as a computer programmer. It was a long night, but the night was just like a breeze while talking with him. Make sure you drop by Pina Colada Bar and say hi to him when you meet him at White Beach!

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We really wanna stay and enjoy the party at White Beach some more, but we found ourselves back at the hotel before ten, because the tricycles usually ask for a steep price if it’s already late. For the ride back to our hotel, we paid around P90 per person, and that’s after haggling already. At the hotel, we planned for a night swim at the pool but after the Mindoro Sling, all we can think of was warm shower,  the boys of Puerto Galera (lol!) and the amazing day we had at White Beach!

Garage Summer Issue

I THINK THIS IS GARAGE’S HOTTEST COVER YET! I mean, I still love the Mario Maurer cover better but, THIS is really hot. Paulo Avelino sets the sizzle bar a notch higher!

Excuse my drool,
J

P.S. I was really doing deadlines, but then I see this liasehgfosdu I CAN’T EVEN!

Been there, done that. Happier this way.

Straight acting isn’t being masculine, it’s being homophobic. You are scared of being associated with homosexuals because of the adversity we face but you’re more than happy to take all the liberties our struggles against this adversity have brought you. I came out of the closet at age 14 as a gay-acting gay and I will always be gay-acting because I am gay. Every action I do is gay because I am gay. www.samesame.com.au

I am one to admit that I tried acting straight just so as I can hide I am gay. Alexander Leighton is right, we all have been there one time or another. While I still do in some occasions, I am now proud of who I am and what I want. I will admit also that many a time, it crossed my mind if it would be easier for me to act straight, you know – easier to gain guy friends, to attract a lover… and the many other things straight-acting gays enjoy. But then again, am I free? Or does it restrict me to enjoy my real self? One of the things that dawned on me the moment I accepted myself and came out to some friends (yes, I am a work in progress) is that the liberty of expressing myself is the happiest moment of my life and that it doesn’t mean I’m a lesser/weaker gay guy if I’m not masculine. It just means I’m happier this way.

And if you’re acting straight purely because you think that it makes you better than all of us faggots, poofs and queers then I think that maybe you should finally step out of the closet and into our world because You can’t act straight and be gay. It’s an oxymoron, moron.

For the record, if you’re a real masculine gay guy, I have nothing against you, it’s your choice. But acting straight, or masculine for that matter, for the sake of fitting in/being superior to other gays, is just HOMOPHOBIA, as Lexhibitionist wrote. Hating yourself is not gonna work out for you (trust me.)

Besides, what’s the point of hiding behind the silhouette of heterosexuality if you already accepted yourself? Embrace who you are, and thou shall be happy and gay!

PANTY MONSTERS QUERIDA // BIRTHDAY SALUBONG

Salubong (n.) to meet, or my pre-birthday shenanigans for that matter *wink*

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Dinner at Adarna was great and my stomach couldn’t still move on and agree more. But then there was Panty Monsters Querida at Cubao X!!!!!

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Oh I miss going to Cubao X! Haven’t been here for months! This is the same place and event where I met most of my first blogger friends when one fateful Taylor Swift concert went wild and left EDSA hopeless. I didn’t regret getting stuck then if it meant meeting all these wonderful people.

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DSC_0960With the most-loving Ate ever - Thysz!!!!

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Toff

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This was when Badaf Punk were spinning! Everyone just went wild!!! I haven’t danced for a while, and it just felt good forgetting everything and just working it on the dance floor!

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DSC_0973Say hello to the fierce sisters of DGNTY – Justine and Thysz!

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And of course, who could ever forget DJ Mike Lavet that night?! With all the crazy house tunes, and THAT. HOT. BODY —- WITWHEW!!!!! Is this your birthday gift to me, DJ Mike? #CHARAUGHT

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Believe me, my… errrr OUR eyes were feasting *naughty smile, haha*

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Never too tired to dance

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I’ve just had the best birthday salubong EVER! Thank you guys!

You think the main copy is witty, read the disclaimer then

NKKLK yung copy, pero mas NKKLK yung disclaimer!!!!
Disclaimers are more fun, indeed —
Wag kang magdrama, wala kang period.
PAK. Straightforward, powerful beki copy.
San ka pa? Purrrrrrrrfect.

I wanna meet this copywriter stat. Like them on Facebook, and follow @TheBekiry! I hope they deliver, kasi bet ko yung Coke-chocolate cupcake!!!!

P.S. Just so you know, no I am not feeling a bit bromantic (kasi I feel it a lot, char) and I do not intend to give a cupcake to anyone. I’ll eat it myself.
P.S.S. For those interested only, I do not have V-day plans. Unless you’re giving me something to do, then we can talk *wink, wink*

Shit girls say to gay guys —

Died laughing watching this at the office the other day. Say FIERCE! LOL!