There is this site na basically is a collection of sex stories written by Pinoys, some of which are true stories, ung iba ay finction naman. I visit it everytime I, er, need inspiration (haha!). The last story that I read was about the author's first time. Teasers ay 3rd year high school sya nun and happened with an older girl (4 years lang naman). She sat on him. And there you go, the first of that guy's many sexual exploits (based on his posts that is).
What has always struck me about most straight men is their confidence in their sexuality. I guess wala lang ito sa kanila, syempre kasi straight sila. Pero ako, wala ako confidence in my being male. What I mean is that, sa case kasi nung guy na kinwento ko sa itaas, I mean, ginrope yung si birdie nya. And wala lang, kahit first time lang nya nun, pinabayaan lang nya. Kung ako kasi un I would have probably ran away. I don't know exactly or wholly why, pero one thing's for sure: takot ako. Wala talaga ako confidence sa pagkalalaki ko. And I realize that I felt that way ever since, kaya eto, naging bading ako.
Pero ngayon narerealize ko na I have no confidence in my sexuality as a whole. Kasi in my own dealings kasi I never felt conmfortable in my sexuality. In my sexual encounters with other men I never felt that confidence. Those sexual encounters are rare, so hindi rin ako natututo ng diskarte somehow, so everytime I would feel the need, eto, lately, nagmumukha akong tanga. Hay nako, ang baba ng SQ ko... sexuality quotient. If ever there is such a thing.
Sa ngayon kasi I am undergoing a very painful stage of knowing myself. Pero grabe, antanda ko na, nasa getting to know myself stage pa rin ako. Haha! Pero I guess each one has his own specific time. Dami ko natutunan about myself, kaso in the process e napaparalyze talaga ako.
Anyway, it's a process I know. I play competitive badminton, I know how in sports one may have to endure some losses while learning or being better in things. Eto nasa learning stage ako. Kung gaano katagal pa ako magmumukhang tae sa kawalan ng idea kung paano ideal ang mga bagay-bagay, I try my best to hold on, though I feel I am failing. But nevertheless, I believe I will find my way.
How do I deal with my sexuality? That's basically my life question at the moment. It increasingly gets harder as I grow older. And I am paralyzed by fear - fear of a lot of things. I actually have no clue how to handle the future.
I practically spent the whole day with Ricky Martin. My current predicament caused me to look into his confession. And how he is handling things right now. I jumped from one interview to another, and also to his music videos. I can't help but watch some of them over and over. Gosh he's so handsome. I cannot help but look at his face. I sure wish I was that good-looking. More importantly though, I observed how he handles himself after his confession. What struck me is his respect for himself. He never lost his dignity after coming out. That is what I am lacking big time. Respect and love for who I really am, and the courage to, well, basically, courage for everything.
In light of my current situation, I contacted some people, in the hopes that I can have a talk with them. I guess I need someone to talk to at the moment. I sure hope they will oblige...
Natuto akong manigarilyo mga 9 na taon na ang nakakaraan. Nagkayayaan sa piyesta ng isang barkada, at ang gabi ay nauwi sa inuman. Mejo tipsy na rin siguro, kaya ayun, bumigay na ako sa matagal ko nang curiosity sa paninigarilyo. At nang sinabi ko na gusto ko matuto magyosi, ayun, dali-dali akong tinuruan ng mga mokong kong mga barkada. Sa kabila ng pagpigil ng ilan sa kanila na hindi naninigarilyo, nakatatlo akong sunod-sunod na stick. Sa palagay ko nga sa yosi ako nalasing, hindi sa vodka-pomelo. Ayos nga ang tulugan ko nun e. Sa sahig ng sala. Panalo!
Napatigil na rin ako magyosi nung 2004. Pero bumabalik-balik kapag mejo down, nasesenti, o mga similar na sitwasyon. Pero sandalian lang yung mga yun, tsaka madalang lang mangyari, mga once a year lang. Karaniwan isang kaha lang, tapos stop na ulit. Kakastart ko lang ulit magyosi ngayon-ngayon lang. Sobra kasing daming issue na iniisip. Pero sa pagkakataon na ito e mejo napapatagal ang paghinto ko. Pangatlo ko na atang kaha ito. Pero sabi ko naman sa sarili ko, hanggang December lang ito at the longest.
In any case, napansin ko na hindi ako nageenjoy na nagyoyosi na yun lang - kumbaga, parang kailangan may chaser lagi. Nahihilo rin kasi ako agad sa isang stick. Ito ang listahan ng mga paborito kong yosi-chaser:
1. Mentos O kahit na anong mint. Sosyaling alternative ay Fox's. Ito kasi yung una kong nakuhang habit sa isa sa mga nagturo sa akin na isa sa mga malapit kong kaibigan.
2. Menthol candy na lemon flavor Ito naman yung chaser ko nung mga time na nasesenti ako sa iniistalk ko nung hibang days ko nung college. Ahaha. Kaya kapag ito ang gamit ko, I remember how I was feeling back then.
3. Iced tea Ito mejo staple ko na chaser. Usually kapag ordinaryong yosi lang ito ang chaser ko.
4. Ice cream Panalo ito. Sa kapatid ko naman ito natutunan. Sarap din talaga.
5. Chocolait Ito ang pinakahuli kong nadiskure. Solb na solb ako dito. Haha!
Yan. Mejo bad trip lang kasi hindi ako makapagyosi ngaun. Bagong opera sa ngipin e. Kaya kahit may ice cream para sa akin, hindi ko siya maisabay sa yosi. Sayang.
(above-mentioned text message removed for personal reasons)
The reply was quick, short, and blistering:
And I don’t blame him for such a reply. But it was indeed hard to swallow, and I had to consciously dismiss bouts of depression that threaten to ensnare me shortly afterwards.
I rarely make such arrangements. I stopped doing so two years ago. I try to avoid sex outside a commitment, and I avoid having a relationship in the wrong circumstances. Heck some time back I was even invited to a threesome which included someone who I had great sex with two or three times before and someone who I haven’t met yet but was described as “yummy.” It was a good opportunity for great sex. But despite a wet and throbbing arousal, I turned the offer down. Thankfully something brought about freedom from dependency on sex. But sadly I break down every once in a while, when loneliness is at its peak. The last one was in April (and I am thankful for the one who took me in), and then now. And I have a high regard for the person I sent the invite to now, that’s why I chose to contact him instead of seeking someone from the net.
My mind wonders to the worth I have as a person. I look fairly good. I am smart (I graduated from a science high school and took a tough course in the country’s premiere university, the main branch at that). I am doing good in my career. And I guess most of all I have a big capacity to love. I know the meaning of sacrifice, selflessness, and understanding. It’s actually difficult for me to write these things down; I am not comfortable with admitting these at all. But with humility towards all the powers that helped me be who I am, I acknowledge what they did for me. But I guess my tremendous insecurity blurred what my true worth is as a person.
Having said that and all, I found myself wondering: If I am this kind of person, then why, in terms of love, am I picking up scraps off the table, instead of enjoying the full meal? It’s tremendously tragic that because of my insecurity I find myself being almost a mendicant for love. I have had my share of unreplied text messages/emails, and shitty turn downs. As if I deserve such kind of treatment. But deep down perhaps I unconsciously believe I do. Shitty ordeal, all of these.
Someone had been texting me the past few days. He was the one who responded to a friend’s distress call here. And I am really thankful for him for responding. But I found myself not replying, not primarily because I don’t want to, but I just don’t know what to do about it. But one thing’s for sure, I don’t want him to put his hopes on someone who is not sure. So the other night I called him up, because I don’t want to break it to him through text. The conversation started pleasantly. “Ok ka lang ba, nasa work ka ba nyan?” I asked. “Ayos lang,” he confirmed. More pleasantries were exchanged, as I was really trying to make it a good conversation. And then I dropped it, but as politely and caring as I could. And then “You woke me up for that!” followed by a break in the line. He defended that he was just trying to befriend me. I didn’t say the otherwise. What I am after is, if in the case of the contrary, I could spare him the pain of waiting for nothing. I tried to put that across in the text messages exchanged after, but, when ego is bruised, I guess the norm is to retaliate even when no bullets were ever fired. ”Hindi ko alam kung anong masamang espiritu and pumasok sa kukote mo… Hindi naging maganda ang asal mo.” I had to take that all in.
SHIT!!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO???!!!
I guess I just had to let that out.
Maybe half of the time the turn downs are well-meaned, and maybe the other half is from shit heads. It may probably be that the well-meaned ones are outnumbered by a bigger proportion. But, the thing is, I need not be exposed to these turn downs if I am in the proper state of self. I need not be a beggar for love. I am worth too much to be such. And this applies to all actually. No one is supposed to be begging for love. It’s tragic that the world is twisted wickedly that most are forced to begging.
Yup, I indeed had a good screwing. Of the mind and of the heart, that is.
I wiped the tears away as I closed the covers of Brokeback Mountain, and rose up from where I was lying down in a purposed position as to hide the book covers should someone come in my room which I share with my two other brothers, therefore concealing what was it that I was actually reading. I put it back in its careful hiding place, where it was untouched for the last 3 years or so, but it didn't take it with the emotions long forgotten but was unearthed with each page read. The story started with two young lads, Ennis and Jack, finding themselves sharing a job tending sheep in a remote place in the Americas - Brokeback Mountain. Rough mannered as they both are, cowboys in every sense, yet they found themselves sharing an intimacy greater than what was supposed to between men. The beginning was all casual friendship which was growing everyday, until the night they shared the same sleeping bunk and Jack guided Ennis' hand into the proof of his arousal, which seemed to release sealed emotions within Jack, and soon after he was behind Jack, both consuming their pent-up desires. The days that followed were of similar oneness, until the fateful day the job ended and they had to part ways. Maybe it's the isolation, maybe it's the loneliness brought by the place, but both found something from the other that rendered them incomplete for the rest of their lives.
Ennis married his finacee and had two daughters, while Jack married a girl he met and had a son with her. Jack ended their fours years of separation when he visited Ennis, and they lost no time in reliving the days in the mountains. Yet the individual lives they now both have were tugging endlessly at them, and they were limited to four times or so a year of isolated intimacy. Jack yearns to run a ranch together with Ennis, but Ennis would have none of it, being stung with the childhood memory of the dead body of a brutally and horrifyingly killed old man ranched with another man, and he was afraid of having the same fate. Twenty years of locked emotions exploded one spring getaway when Ennis said he couldn't make it to their summer rendezvous.
"Jack I got a work. Them earlier days I used a quit the jobs. ... You forget how it is bein broke all the time. ... Let me tell you, I can't quit this one. And I can't get the time off. It was tough gettin this time - ... The trade-off was August. You got a better idea?"
"I did once." The tone was bitter and accusatory.
"... Tell you what, we could a had a good life together, a fuckin real good life. You wouldn't do that, Ennis, so what we got now is Brokeback Mountain. Everything built on that. It's all we got. Boy, fuckin all... You're too much for me, Ennis, you son of a whoreson bitch. I wish I knew how to quit you."
Like vast clouds of steam from thermal springs in winter the years of things unsaid and now unsayable - admissions, declarations, shames, guilts, fears - rose around them. Ennis stood as if heart-shot, face grey and deep lined, grimacing, eyes screwed shut, fists clenched, legs caving, hit the ground on his knees.
That was the last time they ever spent with each other, for Jack had an accident. Ennis was left yearning for Jack. Upon a visit to Jack's folks to pay his respects, in the closet in Jack's room, he found carefully hidden Jack's shirt from Brokeback days, hanged, with blood from their scuffle the last day they were in Brokeback Mountain still unwashed. And underneath it he found his own shirt, whom he thought was missing, here, stolen by Jack, dirtied and unwashed, as if to preserve the memories which was Brokeback Mountain. It was Jack's place, and it held for him so many precious memories.
What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had come up from behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying some shared and sexless hunger...Later, that dozy embrace solidified in his memory as the single moment of artless, charmed happiness in their separate and difficult lives.
In the trailer where he was last mentioned to live, with a post card of their secret place tacked close beside it, Ennis hanged these memoirs of shirts, stepped back and looked at the ensemble through a few stinging tears, with finally the words "Jack, I swear ---"
And the rest of his life was lived brimming with the memories of Jack and Brokeback Mountain.
My life has always been a painful cycle of lingering in valleys of level emotions, coupled with a few heights of happiness, but marred by a lot of pitfalls of loneliness. I had almost always kept to myself, not wanting to be a burden to others, save for some instances that I couldn't hold up any longer that I open up to someone or something to address the need to fill up the open crater of sadness. See, I am still deeply sad in becoming who I am today. Given the chance I will gladly make do without my homosexuality. But life's not like that. So I have to live with it every moment of my life. Sometimes the bitterness is so intense that it brings with it pain that is so searing that it makes me want to cease to exist.
Yesternight saw one of those few times that I opened up. I texted one blogger, who I would like to be alone with, not necessarily to have sex, but to at least share intimacy, even if it will be just for a night. The move was a contradictory to how I usually am, and as I know that while it may be possible that the endeavor won't do us any damage, I'm sure that possibility is weak, for I believe that such arrangements leave a scar if the person is not fully prepared to handle it. My request was attended to, but with a no, as the blogger is not available. But he did send word to some of his friends, though at the back of my mind I know that such an arrangement is not deemed to work in my case. I texted some others, but in the end, I decided to go home instead, deeming it the wisest move to take.
It's just sad that intense loneliness brings out the worst in us. I was in one of my low points yesterday, and I believe I behaved below par than how I would have wanted to. My apologies to those who I have inconvenienced; but if you were what I esteemed you all to be, then I reckon you'd all understand.
Homosexuality, I sure wish I know how to quit you...
(Contains excerpts from Brokeback Mountain by Annie Proulx)
I'm starting with the man in the mirror I'm asking him to change his ways And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and make the change
You gotta get it right While you've got the time You can't close your mind
Man In The Mirror Michael Jackson (Composed by Glen Ballard & Siedah Garrett)
Once again the painful reality of death hit me. It's the journey that all of us will eventually take.
I always aimed at living a worthwhile life; one that gives importance to the essentials. It shall be a constant struggle, of which I will always endeavor to take, for life is too short and important for it to go to waste.
And for the search for the essentials, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's Little Prince gives a priceless insight:
Medyo kakaiba e, tahimik na masayahin na maloko rin, na minsan malungkutin din. Naniniwalang may kalaliman. Hindi pa nacocorrupt nang husto. Higit sa lahat, gwaping. (pagbigyan niyo na, kahit sa blog lang...)