Beki Book: Getting It By Alex Sanchez

I bought this book last Sunday at natapos ko siyang basahin ngayon.

Ang bidang lalaki ay si Carlos. 15 years old na latino na "in lust" kay Roxy, isang merlat na may pagka mean girl. Minsan habang nanunuod si Carlos ng Queer Eye, pumasok sa sentido niya, mapapansin kaya siya ni Roxy kung may beki na mag make over sa kanya? Enter ang Beki na si Sal, ang ating heroine, na out and proud na beki. When Carlos asked Sal for help, may kondisyones ang beki, tutulungan niya si Carlos kapag tinulungan niya siyang mag put up ng Gay Straight Alliance sa kanilang eskwela. dahil sa kondisyones ni Sal, nagkaroon ng agam agam si Carlos, regarding sa maaring mga maging reaction ng mga kaibigan niya.

Light read ang book na ito, nakakatawa at may aral na mapupulot about tolerance and acceptance.

Alex Sanchez is also the author of the Rainbow Trilogy

 The Rainbow series helped me cope up with my blossoming homosexuality.

Social Climbing Mode: Sofitel

Plus 1 ako ni Martian sa kanyang convention ngayon dito sa Sofitel. Naawa kasi ang lolo due to my very stressful week (ito ay dahil sa maraming incident reports -I really need to fire this staff!- at super emoterang mga consultants). 

Umagang umaga nagtext na si Martian to confirm our weekend getaway at siempre di na ako nagpapilit isang malaking YES ang textback ko. 

Dumating ako sa hotel ng past past 17:00, at nagmeet kami ni Martian sa Spiral, sosyal ang lolo ko. Anyway, dahil pagod ako (may shooting ang isang teledrama ng siete sa work at nakikipagpatentero ako sa crew nila para matapos ang trabaho ko ng maaga) nag request ako na umakyat na sa room para magpahinga. Ito ang bumungad sa akin pagpasok sa room...

Nawala ang pagod ko instead nagdocumentation ako. Picture galore!

ako, gusto ko sana mag alis ng damit pero baka ma umay kayo

sa "loo", may only complaint is walang tub - artey ko no? libre n nga mareklamo pa!

pero ng makita ko ang beauty products...

gumana ang pagka skwala ko, take a bath agad ang lola, first time ko kasing makakagamit ng skin care from L' Occitane en Provence...

vista ng bed from another angle

the closet, siempre naka hang ang  a& f kung shirt na galing divisoria

di ko alam kung anong tawag sa areang ito, basta may small ref at mga chocolates, dahil may bayad, picture na lang :)

day bed ata tawag dito

Ito ang view sa terrace, di ko maalala ang landmark na yan, ang alam ko maraming nagbuwis ng buhay diyan. 

Skyline ng Makati, from  the terrace

skyline ng MoA at ang Manila bay

Samsona or Herculesa sa may elevator

room 1128 kami

siempre kelangan kasama ang gay shoes ko. Notice the Triangle and the 6 color rainbow

with Martian's beki shoes

magjowang beki

Anyway ng makontento ako, nagset up agad ako ng work station. Linabas ang mga gadgets. Meet my laptop, I christened her Ferosiya. Meet Padida, my ipad, na ang laman ay puro pang raket na flash cards at ebooks. Lastly my, mobile, no name kasi chipangga hahaha. Ang mobile ko ay bigay ni Martian nung mawala ko ang regalo niyang sony ericson phone.

yan ang mga gadget ko, laptop, ipad and my only mobile

camera shy na beki

Dito na lang muna kasi, kainan na at another photo op itey.

Next post is about my dinner at Spiral...

Pakikipagniig: Si Boy

Maaga akong namulat sa kahalayan. Limang taong gulang pa lang ako pero pinagnanasaan na ng mga kalalakihan ang aking karikitan.

I'm a very lonely boy, uhaw sa kalaro at makakausap. Lumaki kasi ako na di naranasan ang play dates at puro elderly ang kasama.

Ang lahat ng ito ay nagbago ng dumating sa bahay namin si Boy, tatlong taon ang agwat niya sa akin at anak siya ng aming labandera. Si Boy ang unang lalaking naging kaibigan at kalaro ko. Si Boy ang nagturo sa akin ng taguan, pong at higit sa lahat ang horizontal tanggo. Wala akong muwang na kahalayan pala ang horizontal tanggo, ang alam ko lang laro ito, na dapat nakahiga, parehong walang salawal, kelangan nagkikiskisan ang aming mga katawan at nasa tagong lugar. Natigil ang lahat ng ito ng nahuli kami ng aking ama sa kamalig, naaalala ko pa, when Boy and I were doing the horizontal tango and suddenly he was pulled from my embrace by my dad. I can't recall what happened after this incident pero di ko na nakita si Boy magmula noon. 

Social Climbing mode - Pagnuod ng Varekai!

Kaninang hapon, nagpunta kami ni Martian sa Luneta para manuod ng Varekai.

Ako'y madaling mabighani sa mga taong drool worthy ang physique. At ang cast ng Varekai ay pasok na pasok sa mga tipo kong guys.

This is my first time to watch cirque live and it was a jaw dropping experience. 

Ako'y napanganga sa flexibility and control ni Icarus. I'm so in awe, nangingilid ang luha ko habang pinapanuod siyang lumipad. I'm so enthralled with his performance, with the acrobatics grabe I'm completely gobsmacked! 

image by junbyc.multiply.com

My penultimate favorite performance is the aerial straps, where 2 men were flying. It was erotic may gulay tinagasan ako habang pinapanuod silang lumipad. I'm totally aroused and mesmerized.

image by vancouverplays.com

The ending was a bravura of athleticism and exuberance. Naku kung may budget pa ako nais ko ulit mapanuod ito kasi, I feel like I missed a lot (no thanks to the annoying kids sa likod namin!)

image by livedesignonline.com

Kung may budget kayo wag niyong papalagpasin ang Varekai.

Hanggang dito na lang muna...

Salsa!

STOCKPILES OF MEMORIES 1: Job Interview

It was my interview for my first job. I passed my initial interview and the next step is another interview with the section head. It was a very nerve racking experience, at first she asked me a lot of questions regarding my past works and my certificates. I answered her honestly and candidly. I know that my interview is going well until she asked me a very personal question. She asked me about my sexual “preference”. I was shocked, a lot of things run in my head, like am I that obvious? Do I act gay? Will my sexual orientation affect my chance to clinch the job? There are a lot of jumbled questions and emotions that I was experiencing that time. I was afraid but I’ve thrown all cautions to the wind and I answered ‘Yes, I’m gay’ - this is my first time to admit my sexual orientation with defiance and with pride. I just outed myself to a complete stranger, not just a stranger but also my future employer. (Have I mentioned that the institution is run by a religious order?) My fears were unfounded because she told me that my preference will not affect my chance to work with them but she cautioned me about some legal things that I might encounter if ever I’m going to act inappropriately with our clients (as if I'm going to do that, I love my job and I will not besmirched my reputation just to have a little quickie with a cute patient). After my shocking interview she told me to wait for a while.

When her assistant called me, she asked if my interview went well I answered ‘ I hope so’. She told me that I did ok and I’m going to start training for 3 months (please note that I’m not going to receive anything for 3 months, which means no food or transportation allowance). The assistant told me that the physiatrist told her about my sexual orientation. Again I was flabbergasted, I did not expect for the physiatrist to announce my sexuality to my future co-workers. I felt violated but can’t do anything about my situation. For me coming out is a very private matter. It involves a great trust between to people. It’s like giving a piece of my soul to the recipient of my trust. I was not prepared for the result of my impromptu coming out, but what can I do but accept my situation.

Genesis of my life: Trials & Tribulations

I’m the first grandson of the first son and was named after my grampa and my papa. I detest my name but I love my nickname. My parents christened me with a unique nickname they called me j-3 but my mama called me jet, which I also like.

I was born on the 24th October at exactly 10:15 in the morning. My mom told me there’s a marching band playing when I was born; the reason behind this is there is a nearby school in the hospital where I was born. The school is celebrating United Nations day. My mom also told me that I was born 10 months after my conception; she believed that I was conceived during my parents honeymoon. 

My papa is a son of a retired US Navy and my mom is a daughter of an Aglipayan priest. When I was born my parents lived with my papa’s parents together with my 3 aunts and 1 uncle. Both of my parents worked in the metro. My mama told me my grandparents and aunts spoiled me. She also told me that my grandparents proposed to adopt me because they want to avail the allowance that the US government gives to retired navy’s underage family but my father and uncle opposed this idea. My father opposed this idea because he doesn't want his son to be his brother while my uncle’s reasoning is pure jealousy. 

First hint 

I was spoiled rotten until I was 4 years old, when my sister was born. My mom stopped working because of difficult pregnancy and my papa worked in the metro. My gramma’s treatment changed. She became jealous with my mama. While my mama was having a hard time with my gramma, I am playing with our house help’s son I remember back then that we played with our penises. One day my papa caught us in a compromising position, my friend was on top of me and was humping me, and since that incident I never saw my friend again. I can’t remember if I was punished. 

I was a lonely child; I had lots of toys but no one to play with until the daughter of my nanny arrived. We played a lot, we always pretend that I’m a girl she licks her fingers and applied her spit in my lips, pretending it was a lipstick and we also use bed sheets as a lady’s dress. I think my father saw us and he threatened to hang me upside down if I do not act like a man. 

Jealousy 

As the signs of my sexual orientation flourish, my mama’s relationship with my gramma worsened. My mom told me that she was cursed from head to foot and maltreated by my gramma and she can’t fight back because she was taught to be better than that, instead of fighting back she cried a lot. 

When my sister was born, I was jealous of her. I remember the times that I bite her feet and made her cry. I was so jealous that I never noticed that my gramma and mama‘s relationship has deteriorated a lot. Because of grammas lunacy, she kicked us out in their house. I recon it was dawn - very early in the morning, it was till dark, when someone woke me up. I remember my aunts and uncle shouting at my parents and throwing insults. I also remember that my gramma has a big knife pointing at us. My sister was only a year old and I was 5 back then, it was a very traumatic experience and I will never forget those vile hateful words they said towards my family. Wounds heal but it always leaves scars. I forgive them but I’ll never forget.