coffee, bitches, and a few cigarette sticks
I met a couple of my gay friends for coffee last night. One of them sent out a "depress" signal, kaya to the rescue ang mga vhaklah. To say the least, it was a night of bitching, ranting, wallowing, and profanities. And it was all about MEN.
We were a sight to behold. 7 intelligent and highly articulate homosexuals speaking their minds and venting out all their frustrations regarding men's incapacity to love us the way we love them. Carrie and the Sex and the City girls would have been proud. Here we are, all single. All heartbroken. We have been "dumped", one way or another, and we are all resentful. Maybe guys are all assholes. (no, that's not wishful thinking), or maybe it's us - -maybe there's something wrong with us. But after all the bitching, we had to mellow down eventually, and look at things more objectively. After a few minutes, we couldn't come up with any rational explanation so we went back to ranting.
Last night, we all went home still single, but we felt better. There's nothing better than a coffee cum bitching man haters session to allay our hurting and badly beaten egos. And i realized that the thing that helps me cope with this sick little thing called love or lack thereof, is that I am not alone. We are all in this together. And no matter how these men hurt us, or how many times they bruise our egos, me and my friends we will always be there for each other.
For a time I have tried to understand why men can be so mean and inconsiderate of us and our feelings. And I am nowhere near the answer. So I stopped trying. I know not all of them are despicable bunch of losers, but sadly those who aren't, aren't with/for us. And that's that.
So where do we go from here. sabi nga ni Evita? I don't know my friends. We’ve been trying to search for love, and we haven’t found it. But that doesn’t mean it doesn't exist. I’ll quote something from "Under The Tuscan Sun" - -"They say they built the train tracks over the Alps between Vienna and Venice before there was a train that could make the trip. They built it anyway. They knew, one day, the train would come. What I’m trying to say is, we should have faith. It may seem meager, compared to the grandeur of love, but it’s all we’ve got. We can’t reach for the stars. But with faith, my friends, maybe we won’t have to. Because one day, the stars will be the ones to reach for us.
We were a sight to behold. 7 intelligent and highly articulate homosexuals speaking their minds and venting out all their frustrations regarding men's incapacity to love us the way we love them. Carrie and the Sex and the City girls would have been proud. Here we are, all single. All heartbroken. We have been "dumped", one way or another, and we are all resentful. Maybe guys are all assholes. (no, that's not wishful thinking), or maybe it's us - -maybe there's something wrong with us. But after all the bitching, we had to mellow down eventually, and look at things more objectively. After a few minutes, we couldn't come up with any rational explanation so we went back to ranting.
Last night, we all went home still single, but we felt better. There's nothing better than a coffee cum bitching man haters session to allay our hurting and badly beaten egos. And i realized that the thing that helps me cope with this sick little thing called love or lack thereof, is that I am not alone. We are all in this together. And no matter how these men hurt us, or how many times they bruise our egos, me and my friends we will always be there for each other.
For a time I have tried to understand why men can be so mean and inconsiderate of us and our feelings. And I am nowhere near the answer. So I stopped trying. I know not all of them are despicable bunch of losers, but sadly those who aren't, aren't with/for us. And that's that.
So where do we go from here. sabi nga ni Evita? I don't know my friends. We’ve been trying to search for love, and we haven’t found it. But that doesn’t mean it doesn't exist. I’ll quote something from "Under The Tuscan Sun" - -"They say they built the train tracks over the Alps between Vienna and Venice before there was a train that could make the trip. They built it anyway. They knew, one day, the train would come. What I’m trying to say is, we should have faith. It may seem meager, compared to the grandeur of love, but it’s all we’ve got. We can’t reach for the stars. But with faith, my friends, maybe we won’t have to. Because one day, the stars will be the ones to reach for us.