The sins of #ThePSN, Part 3

THE SINS of #ThePSN are venial.

Nothing serious like sins against Truth, or Justice, or Mercy, or Humanity.

I do not lie.

Not even if it means getting an ass.

Like, I cannot lie about my age on Grindr.

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This is common:

I chat up people on Grindr.

Get them involved in some sexy, interesting conversations.

I make them laugh.

I make them moan.

They ask for my pictures, I send them my latest photos.

They’re cool with me until they ask for my age.
And, of course, I cannot lie even if they look like beautiful Lucifer.

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53 is dinosaur to horny 20-somethings.

I can think like the way they think.

Most of the people aged 50+ that I’ve met smell of old age, to be honest.

Something about their skin, their body odor, their mouth.

I wouldn’t normally kiss a Filipino 50-something in the mouth.

And I love French kissing!  

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So yeah, I really get young people who look for people around their age.

That’s why I am always a big bonus, life’s biggest surprise to those youngsters who dare.

Let’s count what works in my favor:

I got a big dick. Sad, but true.

Blame it on my Spanish genes.

And although I’m a grower more than a show-er, nobody really cares once I’m naked and aroused.

I am just big. Enormous.

Monstrous.

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Also, I’m funny.

Pleasantly funny because I am very smart.

I can turn anything into comedy.

Even the falling rate of the peso against the dollar.

I also say almost all the right words.

And even if I don’t, I always get a chance to redeem myself.

Because, well, words are just my game.

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Working for me, too, is a little financial freedom.

No, erase that. 

It’s not a little financial freedom; it is “total”.

Total financial freedom.

No place?

Let’s get a hotel room!

No cab money?

Do you have GCash? Haha!

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It is not my fault that the peso is trailing behind the dollar.

If people in the government have a concrete plan to survive this weekly devaluation of the peso—the worst trend we have seen in years, we would not be helplessly watching this fall like it’s a f*cking crazy telenovela.

Of course, it is not the president’s fault.

Nothing is the government’s fault in this country.

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I don’t play the blame game.

In fact, I don’t play games.

Real power does not play games.

I simply rule!

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I decide who to bed.

I dictate what my boys do in bed.

As the peso continues to fall behind the dollar, boys can just fall on their knees around me.

And I promise not to sin against Justice. 

For every pleasure they give, a dollar. Haha.

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And I promise not to sin against Mercy and Compassion.

If they “mercy-mercy” me, I will show them mercy. Haha.

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Finally, I asked my gay friends about the etymology of “mercy” — to mean sex, or maybe a hand job.

Apparently, it comes from a Mercy Bakeshop ad, whose tagline is “tanan manamit” (everything is delicious).

If you need an explanation, it is this: a gay man mercies a boy, gives him utter pleasure. 

A gay man may have to perform simple to complex acts to deliver pleasure.

But in the end, everything is delicious.

The boy gets pleasure, and prostate pressure relief. Haha.

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So, yeah, love begets love.

Mercy begets mercy.

As for compassion, well, true compassion happens when mercy is not enough. Bwahaha! 

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These days, you may ask what boys have to do to pleasure me.

But I ask, “These days, what do people have to do to get some money? 

To what extend would they bend over to the power of the mighty dollar?”

And these days, I say again, it pays to have multiple dollar accounts. Haha!

Now, kneel and worship the merciful me!/PN