I’m pretty gay.
(Pretty, and gay?)
But I’ve always known that I am more than just gay.
That’s why I don’t like labels.
I am many other things, too.
So many things that you got to look at me in many different ways.
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The gayest thing about me is probably getting married to another guy.
Who, fortunately, or unfortunately, is now dead.
So, if you see me flirting with boys and men nowadays, don’t be so shocked.
After all, I was once married to another guy.
And I was very good at it.
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I like the idea of waking up next to someone.
I like it better than just sleeping with someone.
But sleeping with someone is a joy in itself, too; don’t get me wrong.
If he turns me inside out with his kisses, who am I to complain?
I want to sleep, and wake up, with someone.
But I’m not demanding.
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If I sleep with someone, and wake up with someone else, I do not complain.
At my age, it’s hard to be choosy.
I mean, I choose who I sleep with; but I do not have control over who, or what, I wake up with.
At my age, I just open myself to possibilities.
In fact, I’m saying Yes to the idea of fatherhood.
(Watch out for my next four column pieces.)
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My “parloric” gay friends think I’m a Lesbian because I like gay boys.
I don’t know, but I just prefer gay boys over macho hunks.
Although, I must admit, I also like it when macho hunks turn me inside out with their hungry kisses.
I’m not embarrassed to admit that I have (gang) rape fantasies.
In bed, I want to be overpowered… sometimes.
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But I prefer control. I totally prefer control.
I’m a pretty good top.
And pretty well-equipped for the job.
Not once did it happen that boys ask me this: Why did you become gay? You have a bigger cock than I do!
Curiously, it’s my girl friends who spread the rumors about my humongous member.
I was once in bed with someone who knew my brother intimately.
When she met me, she exclaimed, Oh… my… God!
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For variety, I occasionally bottom.
And I’m such a power bottom that when I bottom, I bottom them so good that the so-called tops forget they are top.
Ask me about choking techniques, and proper voice commands.
And the bee job that whips men into submission.
I am not a sex guru for nothing!
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Of course, it helps that I’m healthy, sexy, and HIV negative.
It’s a turn on for most people to know that I’m smart enough to protect myself, and themselves.
I mean, how many boys (legal age) have I turned not because of my P500 (I think the local tariff is P200), but because I give them the HIV test?
So, these are true:
I take Truvada, the pre-infection protection pill against HIV.
I carry condoms wherever I go.
And I travel with Ora-Quick HIV testing swab kits.
And yes, I sometimes get what I want for a song.
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I hate labels.
But if we must go there, I must admit: I’m a pretty good top; and a pretty “curious” bottom.
I’m not sure if I should limit myself to just calling myself gay though.
I like women.
I like making out with women.
I just don’t want to marry them.
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I don’t want to call myself bisexual.
And to be honest, I’m just learning to accept the concept of bisexuality. At age 49!
I don’t believe bisexuality until it happened to me.
There’s this sex maniac, a f*ckboy if you will, who likes girls, you see, but who also likes to bottom for me.
I don’t know if I’m just buying him, or bi-ing him, but he wants me almost everyday.
And that, for me, is a huge compliment. Haha!
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Let’s review: I’ve so far covered the LGB.
Now, for the TQ.
I’m definitely not a transgender.
But I’ll fight for the Transgender’s rights anytime.
I know how it feels to be a fish out of water.
Or a mermaid in the body of a fat carabao.
As a prophet for the fairies within, I say:
If a man named Jesus wants to call himself Christine, call him Christine!
And worship her as a woman.
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I’m definitely a “queer” one.
And a pretty specimen of the peculiar variety.
I’m not a drag queen, but I feel I can be very good at drag if I put my heart into it.
Unfortunately, my heart is already taken.
(Or broken, depending on the day of the week. Haha!)
Seriously, I really don’t like the label Queer.
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I think the Q in LGBTQ should stand for Questions.
And Questions is the mysterious quality in the rainbow when the colors are put together.
Some call it Iridescence.
Q is a good catch-all for all the questions we cannot answer for now.
But for the mean time, I’d like you to learn about the LGBTQ community.
In Iloilo City, there’s going to be a Pride March on October 13, 2018.
I’ll probably write more about it later.
This is just a heads up. (500tinaga@gmail.com/PN)
