IT’S Dinagyang weekend, and chances are, I am not in Iloilo City.
I’m not a big fan of festivals unless I have an event connected with them.
I sometimes judge contests, or I have a show.
But generally, I really don’t like big crowds.
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I love sex orgies, but Dinagyang orgies don’t cut it anymore for me.
Beware of casual anonymous sex; HIV is on the rise… again.
In Iloilo City!
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To be honest, I’m a little scared.
I’m on PrEP (preexposure prophylaxis).
I swallow a big tablet daily to prevent getting HIV infection.
I once said, my liver be damned, but I’ll do anything so as not to get HIV.
So far, so good.
My last test came back negative in December.
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Still, I’m afraid to have sex with the “new” Ilonggos.
So many bisexuals, so many pans, so many bottoms!
And the tops, the supposedly tops, do not know how to use condoms.
It’s so easy to be lost and confused in today’s kaleidoscope of genders and sexualities.
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I’m not totally innocent.
I know how the sexual revolution currently works in the Western Visayas region.
In addition to the alters, and the Grindrs, and student couples, I know about the little prostitution that goes around.
Gays-for-pay!
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One of my friends has a black book; more like contacts list in a smartphone.
Of cheap boys, working alone, or as couples, or as small groups, who will lick my balls and butt crack for less than P400 each.
My friend says, Do not ever give them more than P400 each; make sure you have change for your P500.
The gay community does not want me to break the tariff.
I do not want to pay the tariff! Haha.
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My friend’s taste in boys are not of the highest standards.
But who needs real standards when one is horny?
A pen is a pen is a pen.
And a butt is a hole where the pen sometimes goes.
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I sometimes pay boys to tell me their stories.
It’s the all familiar stories of poverty and desperation.
Some slight variations in the same manner that there are over 3,000 versions of Cinderella all over the world.
I do not get off on these stories.
But I realize that everyone has a price.
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And I wonder why we don’t teach enough in our schools the value or the price of each person.
Who are we beyond our P500 vote during elections?
If we are to prostitute ourselves, shouldn’t we know how much we are worth?
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Why would a beautiful girl be priced the same as a horse-faced girl?
Or why should a boy be more expensive than a girl?
Are we just to accept the proposition that a youth, though inexperienced, is going to be more expensive than a seasoned prostitute?
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There was a time when I enjoyed the secret orgies around the Dinagyang Festival.
But they were almost an orgy of equals.
If prostitution was involved at all, I’m pretty sure it was in the form of boys and girls that our hosts/esses provided.
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These days, prostitution is more obvious.
Gen Zers will prostitute themselves for a bottle of beer.
Red Horse, if I have to name a brand.
Two bottles, and they’ll kneel before you in the dark.
Two more, and you can take them home to bend them over.
Oh, and don’ forget P400!
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As a sex-positive person, I am all for orgies.
But boy, do I dream an orgy of equals!
Consenting adults.
Sexually responsible adults.
Consent and safety-first kinds of adults.
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Good luck this weekend!
Take note, I spelled that ‘luck’ with an L, not an F.
May the spirit of the Santo Niño be with you all.
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P.S. Please do not harass me with questions about where the “free” Dinagyang orgies are.
If you haven’t been invited yet, why would you even want to go?/PN
