I LIKE the sound of the word “promiscuity.”
Like it contains in it some “promise,” and “acuity” — a sharpness, a keenness of the senses and the intellect.
Formally, promiscuity means “the confused or indiscriminate mixing of elements.”
I like that definition.
It is closer to my vision of juxtaposing the sacred and the profane elements, and consider it all sacred.
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I don’t like divisions.
Even as an actor, I do not delineate my own understanding of the character I play, and the playwright’s original intension of the character.
I cannot deny anything I do because I always infuse it with my soul, my being.
When people criticize my work, I can be very rabid in defending myself.
Because I take it very personally.
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How can I not take things personally?
Writing isn’t just a job for me.
It’s a personal thing.
It’s my life.
It’s the oxygen that I breathe.
I don’t believe in dividing my writing from my writing self.
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I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again:
I don’t believe in divisions.
I have a holy missionary vision of an encompassing, all-embracing universe.
Since I was little, I have always felt that I have a mission to unite the world, to heal all divisions.
For me, there is no more woman or man, no Gentile or Jew, no rich or poor, no east and west, no black and white, no male aggression and feminine passivity.
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Most people think that I’m rude, unkind, and harsh.
Maybe I am.
But it’s not like I treat anyone any better.
I have always dealt with people in the same way whether they are presidents, bishops, beggars, or whores.
I give everyone the respect and understanding that they deserve.
I feed the hungry whether they are richer or poorer than me, whether they are criminals, saints, or just hypocrites.
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In a way, I am indiscriminate in considering elements that make a person likeable.
I think that it is the biggest reason why I generally like anyone who shows me a bit of interest.
Well, I also mix up quite indiscriminately the good and bad qualities of people.
I don’t distinguish between the bitchiness and the aggressiveness, the purposiveness and blind ambition, the friendliness and the user-friendliness.
In so many ways like these, I am promiscuous.
And in this sense, I am a happy promiscuous man.
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Quite seriously, people usually define promiscuity as “a behavior characterized by casual or indiscriminate sexual intercourse, often with many people” when used with reference to me.
Clearly, people always think of me in terms of sex.
Most of the time, it is okay with me.
In fact, sometimes, I love it.
To be perceived as a sex symbol, an object of desire, a sexual partner fantasy… what greater affirmation of desirability can there be?
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But sometimes, it can get nasty.
People can be so imaginative to think that I am going for the Guinness Book of Record’s most oversexed person in history!
They think that I have more sexual partners than all the days in a decade added up together.
Well, it makes me grin to entertain thoughts that I am the envy of many sex-starved creatures on this planet.
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But when you finally come to think of it, people who don’t have enough satisfying sex call me promiscuous because I “seem” to have had enough good sex, and never run out of it.
How they know that I have had good sex baffles me because I am most discreet.
(Well, as discreet as possible as my status as Iloilo ’s premier sex guru allows.)
When I look at the mirror after having good sex, I don’t see a halo around my head, or the after-sex glow that people describe.
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Sometimes, I think that people suspect that I have had great sex because I have a big smile that seems to swallow the whole planet whole.
Well, whatever!
What most people don’t know is that I actually practice that smile in the mirror, and sport it day in and day out; good sex or bad sex, or none at all.
There.
I’ve let the big secret out.
Peter Solis Nery smiles promiscuously as if he had promiscuous sex in both days of promiscuity and non-promiscuity.
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You see, promiscuity holds a promise for me.
If I smile promiscuously, I invite promiscuity in my life.
When it comes, I promiscuously become promiscuous.
And then, I wake up the following morning with a promiscuous smile that has been practiced in the belief that external position predisposes internal disposition.
Ah, to be promiscuous in promiscuous positions!
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This, again, is a throwback column piece written some 15 years ago.
I like that my voice, and writing style, is so distinct, and largely unchanged.
As we say in English, Peter Solis Nery is a true original.
As a writer, he is a natural! (500tinaga@gmail.com/PN)
