2004 (The Year That Wah)
It was The Year the Blogging Stopped. Well, almost. I didn't find the time, energy, or interest to write down some of the most significant or even mildly interesting moments of my life this year. I certainly remember more that happened than what is presently recorded. I make up for it with this year-ender. Or maybe not quite make up for it. It was also The Year I Made Good Use of Filters. And The Year of the Private Entries.
Which is ironic, because it was also The Year I Had One Foot Out the Closet. Or maybe it was the year I realized all I had left inside the closet was the remaining foot. I've always had a body part or two dangling out the closet anyway. Here's what I mean: This year, I dated, as in seriously; I hung out with gay people who introduced me to other gay people who introduced me to others and so on -- in short, I gay-networked; I tried gay chat rooms, though I still find them tiresome, and had my first (unsuccessful) sex eyeball; I watched gay plays; I went to Bed, the Malate homo hang-out, for the first time, and twice more; I entered a bath house for the first time too; I received my first paid body massage from a man, with extra services; I attended my very first Gay Pride Party; and I suspect the whole world knows about me already, including the new family dog and new family members; and I suppose my appearance is getting gayer and gayer and gayer and gayer too. In my days on earth, this is probably the most normally gay I've ever been. Which gay Pinoy hasn't done these things? Normal. It's a marked change from the past lifestyle, which, by comparison, was what you might call underground or subversive. I say this with a neutral expression. I paid for tricks more than I let others pay me, which, oh my god, I think is zero. Wait, one. No, two. Gifts and free meals don't count. And I'm probably on my way to becoming a bona fide bottom. Er, wish me luck?
It was The Year of the Jaguar. I flirted with security guards more than any other blue collar worker this year. I did get to taste my first jaguar dick, but I have yet to go to bed with one. I left sekyu sex prospects hanging: the one in the convenience store, the one in the Makati mall entrance, the one in the fast food, and the latest, the one in the coffee shop, who said "kiln kya m ulit yon kc hndi ko mkalimutan un prang ang srap mo."
Other "er" favorites include: the guy from Andok's Lechon, who let me squeeze his muscles; the look-but-don't-touch vulcanizing guy; the fishball vendor boy; the softdrink kargador; the young constru outside my door; tricycle drivers; and I'm sure there were others. But hey, don't get the wrong idea, I flirt with yuppies too. My horniness cuts across class.
In short, it was The Year There Was More Sex Planning Than Actual Sex. Interruptus before the coitus. A couple deserve special mention:
I met the very cute young amateur group dancer James in a cruisy mall, then we arranged a separate day for him to come to my place, but he stood me up, or, if he were to be believed, he arrived at the meeting place very late when I wasn't there anymore. Lost contact with him.
And then The Most Highly Anticipated Eyeball of the Year didn't happen. It's a lengthy saga that merits a string of entries. Turns out I hadn't written a single one. It began with a silly whim to text a number on chat TV (something I hadn't done prior) who advertised himself as straight. He calls himself Bjorn. I find the details to this story very delicious, and maybe someday I'll finally write it down. Right.
After all this, would you still believe me when I say I aimed to clean up this year? The struggle of the year, or any year, was resisting the slut instinct. I guess you could say I was "moderately successful" in this department. Or "a moderate failure", depending on how you see the water in the glass. It certainly could've been a dirtier twelve months if I wanted it to be. Clearly, there was a diminishing of extraneous shit towards the year's end, augmented by an increase in what my friend calls romantic blah. I'm turning into a better man. Hahaha, loud laughter. No, I can't say that for sure.
The rest of the best:
Best Shack
Decrepit Garbage Dump of a Building (with neighbors and their friends)
Best Orgy
Ocean of Twelve (Prelude here.)
Best Orgy, Runner-Up
Lollipop Party
Dirtiest Venue for a Blowjob
Under a flyover
Best Straight Boy Hada
Migs
Most Dubious Sexuality of a Guy in a Straight Role
"New Straight Buddy", who's not so new anymore, and probably not so straight. (How I doubted his sexuality, in chronological order: 1, 2, 3, 4)
Dirtiest Souvenier
Trash in the locker room
Dirtiest Souvenier From Me
My maroon brief given to, uhm, secret
Most Tragic Thing to Happen to Last Year's Best Souvenir
It got washed.
Most Welcome Comeback
I wear tightie whitie briefs again.
Best Pasalubong
Blue rubber butt plug
Best Trip
To here. I never got to write parts 2 and 3.
Best New Friend
nytfall
Boys of the Year, Honorable Mentions
Jersey; Spa Boy Bantay; Nico; Cubao Boy in Shorts; Callboy Joey; Callboy Whatshisname
I-Feel-Sorry-for-You Awards
Ian; Codename PK; Volleyballer; Paolo; Discreet Chaser
Least Welcome Phone Callers of the Year
Prank Caller Visitor; Romeo
Shortcoming of the Year
Disappointing friends with failed commitments. (see paragraph 11.)
Most Hi-Tech Moment
Bluetooth brings people together.
Most Surreal Moment
In the shower, after a session of jerking off, I saw a needle of hair no more than a quarter of an inch thick jutting upward from right smack at the center of my palm, I swear to God. I pulled on it and it was gone. Unless I was seeing things, that event makes me almost believe the myth that masturbation causes hair to grow on your palms. Of course, I'm not even sure if I saw what I think I saw. I remember it was a particularly eerie day. The crumbling cabinet in our house fell right behind me when I walked past it. Portents?
Strangest Fastfood Moment
Random Survey at McDonald's
Cutest Videoke Moment
Me, The Boy, and a booklet of songs
Happiest Online Accident
Irving on YM
Worst Dream
Getting raped
New Celebrity Crushes of the Year
Richard Alonzo; B2K
Best Gay-Themed Stage Play
Laro
Best Undressed Crush in a Theatrical Role
Christian Vasquez, in Temptation Island and All About Men: Penis Talks. But Danny Ramos and many others rival him for meaty goodness.
Best Gay Movie I Didn't Quite Like But Would Recommend Anyway
Bath House
Favorite Viva Hot Man
Justin De Leon
Best Evidence that I'd Make It as a Talent Scout
Singling out these two faces in an early episode of a talent search. In the end, though, it's that Rafael guy that gets me hot the most.
Favorite Money-Waster
Buying gay-oriented magazines for the male pictures
Best Ad
"Wanted Houseboy/Lover."
Insights of the Year
"Heartthrobs don't fall in love."
"Third wheels are either bitter or unaffected, but never inspired by the love in their midst."
"Meeting people is easy."
"Mothers know their sons' secrets."
"Gay moods move in cycles."
"Music triggers memory."
"Avoid an advancer by climbing a staircase."
"Strangeness makes people look."
"Delusion of superiority brings confidence."
"Dick length is inversely proportional to tummy size."
"Feeling old happens not when you look at your physical self, but when you realize you've left some things behind."
"Livejournaling is like whoring."
Philosophical Perplexities of the Year
"What is the exact measurement of Totoy Mola's penis?"
"Why are we gay?"
"Is it possible to engage in gay sex and still be straight?"
Best New Word
"Drawing"
Most Literary Comments Thread
Spot the Salinger by Dalumat and Bodiddley
The Drawback to Not Using Real Names in LJ
A year later, I can't remember who I'm talking about.
Most Honest Valentine's Day
I'm alone and affected.
Unsafest Act of 2004
Renting swimming trunks.
Acts that Got Old in 2004
Pretending to be straight while getting head; The Callboy Role
Question of the Year
Am I ready for a boyfriend?
Romantic Prospect at Year's End
The Boy
Romantic Prospects Along the Way
Good Trekkie; Bald Guy in Transit
Romantic Prospect Lifetime Achievement Award
Marco
Last year's list 2003 The Year that Wuss
List to year before that 2002 The Year of the Slut
A nice movie 2001 A Space Odyssey
Which is ironic, because it was also The Year I Had One Foot Out the Closet. Or maybe it was the year I realized all I had left inside the closet was the remaining foot. I've always had a body part or two dangling out the closet anyway. Here's what I mean: This year, I dated, as in seriously; I hung out with gay people who introduced me to other gay people who introduced me to others and so on -- in short, I gay-networked; I tried gay chat rooms, though I still find them tiresome, and had my first (unsuccessful) sex eyeball; I watched gay plays; I went to Bed, the Malate homo hang-out, for the first time, and twice more; I entered a bath house for the first time too; I received my first paid body massage from a man, with extra services; I attended my very first Gay Pride Party; and I suspect the whole world knows about me already, including the new family dog and new family members; and I suppose my appearance is getting gayer and gayer and gayer and gayer too. In my days on earth, this is probably the most normally gay I've ever been. Which gay Pinoy hasn't done these things? Normal. It's a marked change from the past lifestyle, which, by comparison, was what you might call underground or subversive. I say this with a neutral expression. I paid for tricks more than I let others pay me, which, oh my god, I think is zero. Wait, one. No, two. Gifts and free meals don't count. And I'm probably on my way to becoming a bona fide bottom. Er, wish me luck?
It was The Year of the Jaguar. I flirted with security guards more than any other blue collar worker this year. I did get to taste my first jaguar dick, but I have yet to go to bed with one. I left sekyu sex prospects hanging: the one in the convenience store, the one in the Makati mall entrance, the one in the fast food, and the latest, the one in the coffee shop, who said "kiln kya m ulit yon kc hndi ko mkalimutan un prang ang srap mo."
Other "er" favorites include: the guy from Andok's Lechon, who let me squeeze his muscles; the look-but-don't-touch vulcanizing guy; the fishball vendor boy; the softdrink kargador; the young constru outside my door; tricycle drivers; and I'm sure there were others. But hey, don't get the wrong idea, I flirt with yuppies too. My horniness cuts across class.
In short, it was The Year There Was More Sex Planning Than Actual Sex. Interruptus before the coitus. A couple deserve special mention:
I met the very cute young amateur group dancer James in a cruisy mall, then we arranged a separate day for him to come to my place, but he stood me up, or, if he were to be believed, he arrived at the meeting place very late when I wasn't there anymore. Lost contact with him.
And then The Most Highly Anticipated Eyeball of the Year didn't happen. It's a lengthy saga that merits a string of entries. Turns out I hadn't written a single one. It began with a silly whim to text a number on chat TV (something I hadn't done prior) who advertised himself as straight. He calls himself Bjorn. I find the details to this story very delicious, and maybe someday I'll finally write it down. Right.
After all this, would you still believe me when I say I aimed to clean up this year? The struggle of the year, or any year, was resisting the slut instinct. I guess you could say I was "moderately successful" in this department. Or "a moderate failure", depending on how you see the water in the glass. It certainly could've been a dirtier twelve months if I wanted it to be. Clearly, there was a diminishing of extraneous shit towards the year's end, augmented by an increase in what my friend calls romantic blah. I'm turning into a better man. Hahaha, loud laughter. No, I can't say that for sure.
The rest of the best:
Best Shack
Decrepit Garbage Dump of a Building (with neighbors and their friends)
Best Orgy
Ocean of Twelve (Prelude here.)
Best Orgy, Runner-Up
Lollipop Party
Dirtiest Venue for a Blowjob
Under a flyover
Best Straight Boy Hada
Migs
Most Dubious Sexuality of a Guy in a Straight Role
"New Straight Buddy", who's not so new anymore, and probably not so straight. (How I doubted his sexuality, in chronological order: 1, 2, 3, 4)
Dirtiest Souvenier
Trash in the locker room
Dirtiest Souvenier From Me
My maroon brief given to, uhm, secret
Most Tragic Thing to Happen to Last Year's Best Souvenir
It got washed.
Most Welcome Comeback
I wear tightie whitie briefs again.
Best Pasalubong
Blue rubber butt plug
Best Trip
To here. I never got to write parts 2 and 3.
Best New Friend
nytfall
Boys of the Year, Honorable Mentions
Jersey; Spa Boy Bantay; Nico; Cubao Boy in Shorts; Callboy Joey; Callboy Whatshisname
I-Feel-Sorry-for-You Awards
Ian; Codename PK; Volleyballer; Paolo; Discreet Chaser
Least Welcome Phone Callers of the Year
Prank Caller Visitor; Romeo
Shortcoming of the Year
Disappointing friends with failed commitments. (see paragraph 11.)
Most Hi-Tech Moment
Bluetooth brings people together.
Most Surreal Moment
In the shower, after a session of jerking off, I saw a needle of hair no more than a quarter of an inch thick jutting upward from right smack at the center of my palm, I swear to God. I pulled on it and it was gone. Unless I was seeing things, that event makes me almost believe the myth that masturbation causes hair to grow on your palms. Of course, I'm not even sure if I saw what I think I saw. I remember it was a particularly eerie day. The crumbling cabinet in our house fell right behind me when I walked past it. Portents?
Strangest Fastfood Moment
Random Survey at McDonald's
Cutest Videoke Moment
Me, The Boy, and a booklet of songs
Happiest Online Accident
Irving on YM
Worst Dream
Getting raped
New Celebrity Crushes of the Year
Richard Alonzo; B2K
Best Gay-Themed Stage Play
Laro
Best Undressed Crush in a Theatrical Role
Christian Vasquez, in Temptation Island and All About Men: Penis Talks. But Danny Ramos and many others rival him for meaty goodness.
Best Gay Movie I Didn't Quite Like But Would Recommend Anyway
Bath House
Favorite Viva Hot Man
Justin De Leon
Best Evidence that I'd Make It as a Talent Scout
Singling out these two faces in an early episode of a talent search. In the end, though, it's that Rafael guy that gets me hot the most.
Favorite Money-Waster
Buying gay-oriented magazines for the male pictures
Best Ad
"Wanted Houseboy/Lover."
Insights of the Year
"Heartthrobs don't fall in love."
"Third wheels are either bitter or unaffected, but never inspired by the love in their midst."
"Meeting people is easy."
"Mothers know their sons' secrets."
"Gay moods move in cycles."
"Music triggers memory."
"Avoid an advancer by climbing a staircase."
"Strangeness makes people look."
"Delusion of superiority brings confidence."
"Dick length is inversely proportional to tummy size."
"Feeling old happens not when you look at your physical self, but when you realize you've left some things behind."
"Livejournaling is like whoring."
Philosophical Perplexities of the Year
"What is the exact measurement of Totoy Mola's penis?"
"Why are we gay?"
"Is it possible to engage in gay sex and still be straight?"
Best New Word
"Drawing"
Most Literary Comments Thread
Spot the Salinger by Dalumat and Bodiddley
The Drawback to Not Using Real Names in LJ
A year later, I can't remember who I'm talking about.
Most Honest Valentine's Day
I'm alone and affected.
Unsafest Act of 2004
Renting swimming trunks.
Acts that Got Old in 2004
Pretending to be straight while getting head; The Callboy Role
Question of the Year
Am I ready for a boyfriend?
Romantic Prospect at Year's End
The Boy
Romantic Prospects Along the Way
Good Trekkie; Bald Guy in Transit
Romantic Prospect Lifetime Achievement Award
Marco
Last year's list 2003 The Year that Wuss
List to year before that 2002 The Year of the Slut
A nice movie 2001 A Space Odyssey