Please Release Me...

The other night, I dreamed of meeting one hot guy who told me straight in the face, "Sige na, mukhang gustong gusto mo na akong halikan eh." ("Go ahead, it seems you badly want to kiss me.") And so we engaged in one long torrid kiss. It seemed so real. Unfortunately, nothing else happened.

Last night, I slept with hopes of this dream having a continuation. When I woke up this morning, I was frustrated that I had no idea what my dream was all about. On my way to work, I sat beside this tall and cute guy and I was lucky enough that the jeep was full, so I had an excuse to rub my thigh against his. (I'm so bad...) I felt the tension inside me. But then, I had to go to work and had to be contented with that. At least my mind could be diverted from thoughts of hot guys and stuff while I'm at work.

As I was checking my blog subscriptions, I had to see this post from Migs, the Manila Gay Guy! Oh brother! Dennis Trillo is dancing topless, with Careless Whisper as BGM. It seems I hear another song singing, "Please release me, let me go..." from inside me... Waaah! It would be one hell of a day. Hay...

Lea...

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What the?!

Last weekend, I was chatting with someone and while we were at the customary NASL? Stats?, he asked me, "So are you bi?" I answered, "I'm gay." To which he replied, "Oh, so you are a gay!" I wanted to correct him with his use of "a" but I decided not to. I thought perhaps it was just a simple mistake on his part. But he kept repeating it. I eventually said goodbye.

But something worse was yet to come. While chatting with another guy, he asked me, "So are you a male, gay, or bi?" We both knew at this point that we are both males, since we already exchanged information about our age, sex, and location. What's wrong with him? I told him, "Hey, we are both males, so please clarify your question." He answered, "Are you a male, gay, or bi?" And I figured what he meant to ask was whether I am straight, gay, or bisexual. So I told him I'm gay, without trying to conceal the fact that I was really pissed off. Gosh, they're giving me a headache.

That's what you get from a boring weekend.