Rant Control

2003-05-28T20:35:00.000-07:00

Change is Good

I'm switching to LiveJournal. So if you still want to see me have a neurotic attack or an emotional meltdown, go here.

2003-05-28T17:06:00.000-07:00

Rice Queen

I just read an article by Christopher Rice, son of Anne and author of The Density of Souls (which I loved). It's in the Advocate and it's called "I Hate Boys." It's so freakin' funny! He talks about how he and his boyfriend want to have children but that they were on opposite camps when it comes to gender. The boyfriend wants a boy while Christopher wants a girl...And you'll find out why here.

Go. Read. Enjoy. Have a boy.

Or not.

2003-05-27T17:00:00.000-07:00

The Rain in Spain Stays Mainly in the Plain....

And it should stay there!!!

I fucking hate the rain! Now, I have to go to work and get wet...and get sick!

The ad agency I work for said that if any employee is in the flooded areas, they should take an emergency leave. As if it's the employee's fault that he can''t get to work because of the freakin' flood! Can't they call off work? Have they seen what's happening outside...Oh, a cow just floated by. Just kidding. But the rains are getting bad.

I just wish I was home, sleeping. Or curled up on my bean bag with a novel.

I fucking hate the rain!

2003-05-22T16:17:00.000-07:00

Gay Writes

Ten years ago, I became a published writer...poet, actually.

It was for an anthology of Filipino gay literature called Ladlad (Out). In the volume, were the many voices of my generation: some militant, some repressed, some naive, some proud, and some just plain loud. It was a very landmark book, since nobody has collated the differing ideologies, experiences, histories of Filipino male homosexuals expressed in poetry and prose before.

That time, I was still in college. My Creative Writing teacher Danton Remoto (who is an awarded and much respected writer/poet in my country) approached me about a poem I wrote for class. I never thought that the poem would be good enough, since I was just fucking around with words as I thought about my long-time crush -- who happened to fill out a pair of jeans in a most fascinating manner.

Who would have thought that obsessing over someone's ass will have an upside...other than usual orgasm, I mean. Hee.

So in commemoration of its debut, I take it from its place in my keepsakes box and show it off. I'm glad to see that the years hasn't dated it. It still seems okay even after a decade...

to you who wear jeans so well

1.
you are jean-clad:
you are a modest
michelangelo’s david

as your sculpted muscles
round out hollowed cloth,
living marble
molding second skin.

my eyes are tempted
to trace lovingly
the graceful contours
carved in blue denim.

2.
your back is a deep river
inviting me to wade
in its waters.

as my fingers swim
the length of your spine,
I slowly begin to drown.

2003-05-21T17:44:00.000-07:00

Diet, Another Day

I feel shitty.

My head aches. I feel so sluggish. And I'm always bitchy...Um, not that I'm NOT bitchy on a daily basis.

I hate being on a diet. But I have to -- vanity has kicked in. And I miss wearing my nice, spiffy, fab clothes (Yup, I'm so superficial that way). But finally, I'm losing weight. Yay me!

I SOOOOOOOO want to eat. But right now, my hunger to shop and primp and sing "I Feel Pretty" is overriding everything else. So the torture continues...

But who says I can't bitch about it?!!!!

2003-05-18T23:45:00.000-07:00

Gimme some Mutant Man-Love!

Yay!

I finally finished my first Xmen slashfic. I'm kinda proud because this is the first fic I've written outside the fandom I usually write for -- QAF. Though I love writing for Ben and Michael, Ted and Blake, and the rest of the gay gang, there's something about Scott/Cyclops getting together with Logan/Wolverine that is way hotter than Rebecca Romijn-Stamos' blue-tinted breasts.

Hee.

Anyway, here are the details and some notes about it:

Title: Thaw
Author: Glenn (glennethph@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Xmen Movieverse
Pairing: Scott/Logan, Scott/Jean
Rating: R
Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Life goes on for Scott and Logan
Notes: This is my first story for this fandom. Feedback is very much apppreciated. Thanks to my beta, joeblessu.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns them. I just have fun writing about them.
Warning: Character Death

Go read... Great Scott! What are You and Logan Doing?

Heh.

2003-05-15T18:29:00.000-07:00

Matrix or Treat?

Warning: If you still haven't watched Matrix Reloaded, maybe you should stop reading at this point.

It kinda sucked.

Maybe, I'm being too hasty in my judgement, since I may not be giving the movie enough time to sink in...

Um, nope. It still sucked.

And when I think about it, I think I had more fun watching Judy Ann and Piolo sucking face in Til There Was You, than I had last night seeing Neo's newest adventure.

Maybe, because the former had no pretentions of being more than what it was. It's great that a movie would try to transcend the whole basic Good vs. Evil genericism that so many action movies are based on. That's why I loved the first one -- it placed that conflict in a fantastic setting that made me believe in that construct. But in Matrix Reloaded, it was bogged down with so much pompous philosophical/ metaphysical crap about being, choice and causality...Pffft! This was an example of placing more importance on way too much substance, over some heart-racing, pulse-pounding form. The summer's most highly anticipated film is turning out to be its most disappointing.

I mean, most of the movie's best sequences can be found in the trailers that we have been bombarded with for several weeks. And there really wasn't anything new or spectacular with the effects. Been there, been that. You should just tape those instead and watch at your leisure; better than falling in line and shelling out money for tickets.

And can you say, CGI? If you can say that, then you can probably see another flaw in the film. The CGI is so conspicuous that I don't really need an E! Behind the Scenes special to show me where and what they were. It totally throws off any suspension of disbelief. Ugh. It's especially apparent in the scene with Neo and a Thousand and One Agent Smiths. Though I love agent-bashing as the next, don't you think it went on way too long for comfort? Another scene that needed more time in the editing suite, was the Zion party-cum-orgy. Blech.

Speaking of long-winded, the award goes to...It's a tie, ladies and gentlemen! Between Morpheus (My, what a great big chest you have, Lawrence.) and the annoying, technobabbling Architect. And was it just me, or did the whole movie seemed to be shot in slow motion? It's as if everyone was under water. Or on Valium.

Oh, I almost forgot in my discontent: Neo going General Electric on the sentinels...Huh. He has powers now outside of the matrix?! Oh please!

But there was one thing that really fucked me over when I was watching. I would rather have had Trinity stay dead or not die at all, than witness her resuscitation...no, her resurrection by Neo the Human Defibrillator. Blech to the nth power.

But the movie did have its moments:

Like Trinity falling down in bullet time, all the while blasting at a baddie with her Uzis. Fuck! That almost beat Nightcrawler bamfing all the way to the Oval Office, for best kick ass opening sequence for 2003. (And come to think of it, X2 is so much better and cooler!)

Or Keanu's slo-mo somersaults all around the twin staircases (though this scene looked so much better in the trailers than what was played out in the theater).

Or the motorcycle/car chase -- Kudos to Carrie-Anne Moss, who I hear did her own stunt-riding. You go, girl! -- Or Morpheus' Monster Truck Bash. Hell, the whole freeway sequence rocked -- from bullet-ridden sedan to Trinity's Evil Knievel impression, from Morpheus sticking it to the twins with a samurai to the Superman Save by Neo...Oh, delicious much? Keanu has buffed up some since the first movie. Yum...not that I'm superficial or anything.

The Twin Terrors were terrific. Adored the powers, the accent, the wit, even the hair! And I so relished Monica Bellucci's scene-stealing turn as the emotion-sucking virtual vamp, Persephone. What a bitch! That's why I love her so much.

But the one thing that I absolute love and I have no complaints about, is the costume design. Well-crafted and simply fabulous! My personal favorites were Morpheus' cutting-edge Zoot Suit in snakeskin and plum, and Neo's flowing, almost priestly robes. Keanu looked real good. But then I think his costume works only because he is so lean and so tall; it wouldn't have worked on any other body type. Long live the long-torsoed!

And before I forget: "Sample this!" The best fucking line in the whole movie! Just for that, I could probably forgive the Wachowskis for their clumsiness in the making of this movie.

But then again, maybe not.

P.S. Zion was great...but I think they spent too much time there. And I agree with a friend of mine -- it did look like they were in a domestic drama...The One and The Rest of Us. Heh.

2003-05-14T16:57:00.000-07:00

I Am Such A Freak!

I am a mutant.

My genetic mutation is to create words out of thin air. Shape them. Sculpt them into comprehensible, sometimes even evocative, copy. Unfortunately, an offshoot of those powers is that I experience memory lapses. Temporary selective amnesia, you might say....Heh.

This is just my lame attempt to apologize for not attending to my blog. I'm in the midst of writing a fanfic, actually my first foray into slash for Xmen, X2 specifically.. That hug between Wolverine and Cyclops...Hmmmm! I'm so bad, I know -- Jean's not even cold in the ground, and I'm already having Scott and Logan have hot yummy naked sex...That's what too much testosterone does to me: it sends my imagination into overdrive.

So I hope to finish in a short while. But bwhile waiting, here's some racy tidbits from the gag reel they showed at an X2 Q&A -- Yay for homoeroticism!

P.S. Don't mind the mutant twin post below. Something weird happened, and now I can't delete the freakin' post! That's another thing about my mutant powers. Anything to do with technical stuff, I fuck up. Big time. *grumblegrumblesighgrumble*

2003-05-14T16:44:00.000-07:00

I Am Such A Freak!

I am a mutant.

My genetic mutation is to create words out of thin air. Shape them. Sculpt them into comprehensible, sometimes even evocative, copy. Unfortunately, an offshoot of those powers is that I experience memory lapses. Temporary selective amnesia....Heh.

This is just my lame attempt to apologize for not attending to my blog. I'm in the midst of writing a fanfic, actually my first foray into slash for Xmen, X2 specifically.. That hug between Wolverine and Cyclops...Hmmmm! I'm so bad, I know -- Jean's is not even cold in the ground, and I'm already having Scott and Logan have hot yummy naked sex...That's what too much testosterone does to me: it sends my imagination into overdrive.

So I hope to finish in a short while. But bwhile waiting, here's some racy tidbits from the gag reel they showed at an X2 Q&A --

2003-05-12T03:25:00.000-07:00

Will You? postscript

My May 5 blog entry has resulted in something quite wonderful...something that I was hoping would happen. My friend Ben is now a "married" man!!! Congratulations, Ben and Vince. I wish you never-ending joy, a lifetime of laughs, no-holds-barred intimacy, red-hot sex, and faithful, undying love.

And hopefully no angst and shit.

2003-05-09T22:59:00.000-07:00

I Want Hugh!

I finally got to watch Xmen 2. *sigh* I liked the first one more, because it helped us connect more with the cast of characters in the movie. But as a sophomore outing and as an action movie, X2 totally rocks. The opening sequence with Nightcrawler bamfing all over the place while wiping the floor with all the Secret Service was fan-fucking-tastic! And so did the fight between Yuriko and Logan, she kicked his ass but good! I just wished Wolverine could have returned the favor. But then again, I got to see Hugh Jackman's chest again and him swaggering in tight jeans, so me a very happy gay boy!

The women were fab, though I don't like the new 'dos of Storm and Jean. Rogue's growing up to be a tease. Yuriko was a great villain but...ding dong, the bitch is gone! That's what you get for screwing with the wrong adamantium-wielding Canadian! I had a happy about the encounters between Logan and Bobby. The boy may be young and small compared to Wolverine, but he knows how to mark his territory -- reminded me a bit like Scott and Logan in the first movie. Wow, testosterone sparkage!

And speaking of testosterone, this movie reeks of it...and major guy candy! I mean, if you want twinks -- there's John and Bobby (Shawn Ashmore, forget Rogue! Kiss me instead...Hee). If you want cute and cuddly, there's Alan Cumming's adorable Nightcrawler. If you want super repressed manhood (hmmm...all that fire burning underneath the stoicism) there's the new and improved (scrumptiously stubbly), Cyclops. If you want muscles, who could forget the cameo appearance of Colossus (Daniel Cudmore)?! And then, there's a god named Logan...*sigh*

I love you, Hugh!

2003-05-05T19:43:00.000-07:00

Ex Marks The Spot

Sometimes, it just hits you right in the face just when you least expect it.

And sometimes, it just comes sauntering by, with not a care in the world, arm in arm with possibly his new girlfriend...

And those are the times when you want the world to open up and swallow you whole. Aaarrrrgggghhh! I mean, most days, you never think of him. But when you do...It's weird the things you remember. Like how his eyes would light up when he gets what he wants. Or when his bottom lip would push out in a ridiculously endearing pout (We're talking about someone who's 6' 2" here) if he doesn't. How about when he would hold you close to his chest at night? Or how he'd snuggle against you before waking. Or how he would kiss you oh so slowly as if he didn't ever want you to leave his side.

Have you forgotten how much of a surprise/shock you got when you finally met his girlfriend...or the 2 other guys he was dating? Or how it was always your fault, never his. That it was because you were a raving bitch, and not because he was an insensitive, game-playing asshole. That it was one of the loneliest Christmases in your whole life, more pathetic because you know he's no good...but still you burn for him. Funny when you come to think about it, because right now, at this very moment, you just want him to burn in hell.

It's even funnier because you just realized that you're not completely over him. That even if he has hurt you a lot, there is still this little itty bitty part of your heart that aches and throbs when you see him. And you realize something: why shouldn't it? He may have been the worst thing that could have ever happened to you, but he was someone you loved. And however it turned out, loving someone is always of the good. And just because of that, maybe, just maybe, he is entitled to his place in your heart. However microscopic it may be.

And if it hurts once in a while, you can always get a Valium, right?

2003-05-04T16:39:00.000-07:00

Will You?

If you were given the chance to love someone but know definitely that you will have to part ways 2 to 3 years from now, will you do it?

What's the point, right? You'll invest all that emotion, all the time and effort. You'll put up with all the soul-sucking angst and shit, but still never experience fully the length, width, and breadth of your relationship. It's so unfair...

So better not. Or better yet, don't love anyone at all. They'll all go away one day anyway, whether by distance, disaffection or death. You're screwed any which way you look at it. So just close up your scared little heart and keep it safe from fear and pain...yeah, keep it safe so no one and nothing can ever go near you again. At least, you'll be unencumbered by all the hassle that a relationship can bring. You'll be free to do whatever you want, to whomever you want, for as long as you want.

You'll find people sooner or later. People who will make you smile but never know the depth of your happiness. Who will wipe away your tears but never erase your sorrow. Who will embrace you, kiss you, fuck you but never ever touch you...

No joy, no laughter, no intimacy, no love. But hey, no tears, no angst, no fear, no shit.

So will you?

2003-05-03T00:54:00.000-07:00

ZsaZsa-mazing!

Last Friday, I finally got hold of my copy of the last half of the 2-parter comicbook, Ang Kagila-gilalas na Pagsasapalaran ni ZsaZsa Zaturnnah. I've been waiting for this with bated breath for like so many months because I loved the adventures of this genderbending superhero/heroine. But what made getting this even more special is that I got to meet the creator of ZsaZsa, Carl Vergara. What a nice man! He was kind enough to autograph the comics I bought for me and my friends. We are SO like groupies!

Anyway, the comicbook (for the uninitiated) is about Ada, a gay beautician, who lives in a small town in the middle of nowhere. His life changes when a big rock falls from the earth that upon swallowing (Can you say, "deep throat?") gives him superpowers as well as a change in his gender status. Super-strong and statuesque and so much like Xena (uh...with more panache and better fashion sense, I guess), s/he uses his powers to stop power-hungry uber-model aliens called the Amazonistas from taking over the world. This alien invasion is compunded by his confusion over his attraction to the seemingly-straight but oh so friendly (also cute and hunky) Dodong.

It's funny and bold and campy. And uber-fun! It mixes Filipino pop culture, gay wit, and loads of angst so well that it had me laughing from the moment I started reading the first panel. And I guess, there's no reason why we can't have another gay comicbook in the world, especially one that is well-crafted as ZsaZsa.

I like it because it takes a heroine like Wonder Woman (or the Philippines' own Darna, which seems to be the real template on which the superhero/ine is based) and irreverently spins her on her proverbial ass to produce something as flamboyantly fantastical as ZsaZsa. I also like it because it takes the stereotype of the effeminate queer and gives it meat, blood and bones -- making Ada, ZsaZsa's alter-ego, breathe and come to life. We've seen so many examples of this particular caricature used to make fun of gays, and it's demeaning most of the time. But I have to applaud Carl because he wrote it in a way that any audience, especially straights, will laugh with (and not at) the gay community. Finally, I love this because it's so gay and SO unapologetic about it.

Yay ZsaZsa! Yay Carl!

2003-04-26T22:16:00.000-07:00

I Wish... (aka Oh Please! part 2)

This week has been a Meet-'N-Greet for me. First, it was dinner with Freddy's new boyfriend. And then just last Friday, I finally met Ben's new guy, Vince. And he's everything Ben could wish for -- built like Superman with Pecs of Death. Ben is so easy that way...Hee. But truth be told, what really makes my friend all gooey like melted chocolate are chinky-eyed charmers. And Vince seems to be charming the pants off him. Um, no pun intended. He is such a sweetheart! Now, I know what's making Ben so very giddy these days -- sugar shock.

Suddenly, a line from a story I once read flashed through my head: "Their world was plural, and I was singular." Seeing them look and touch and smile at each other like there were was no one else in the room but them. Or sometimes, they looked like they wanted to be someplace else where there will be no one else but them....Yep, I felt singular alright. And I began to wish I had a boyfriend too.

But then, I remembered. When I first met JJ, the bisexual from hell, I thought he was everything I had ever wished for.

So I took a page out of Miss Congeniality and wished for world peace instead.

2003-04-23T18:44:00.000-07:00

Oh Please!

Last night, Ben and I had the pleasure of having dinner with Freddy and his new boyfriend, Gil. He's a very nice man, and he sure looks like he's gaga over my friend. But he's not my type -- just doesn't do anything for me. But then again, my friends sometimes don't understand why I'm attracted to the guys I date. So I guess, we're even. Whatever floats your boat, right?

We ate at this pseudo-Italian place, Segafredo. The food was quite passable but we didn't really care that much about dinner anyway; we were having too much fun trying to embarrass the hell out of Freddy. While sniping at each other during the meal, we discovered something weird: The last time that we were in all in relationships, it was with our long-term boyfriends. Freddy was the first to become attached. Then Ben found romance, and 2 months after, I got a spankin' new boyfriend named David. Then after years of being together, Freddy found work in Singapore and flew the coop, leaving behind his newly ex-ed boyfriend. Two months later, Ben felt himself suffocating in his relationship and was soon allowed to breathe as a free, single man. Another 2 months came and went, and what do you know? So did David.

Now suddenly, Freddy meets Gil from out of the blue... in a bar called Blue Avenue. Ben goes to the beach to get some sun and gets a sizzling-hot hunk instead. So if the pattern is to be followed, I might be meeting Mr. Right in the next few weeks. I hate to be a party pooper but...Oh please, let's get real!

But on the off-chance that any of you gods out there are listening, please let him be Hugh Jackman. Or QAF's Robert Gant.

2003-04-21T18:40:00.000-07:00

Got It, Loud and Clear

I had to do a major re-edit of my post yesterday. A friend of mine had read my blog and cried foul at what I had written. Since he's my friend (and I hope to be his friend still), I apologized and promptly revised it.

But after I set things to right, I began to feel myself bristling at this kind of censorship. Not-so-friendly thoughts rushed through my head: It wasn't as if I revealed their real names...Why is he uncomfortable about people (whom he didn't know) reading about him? The entry wasn't really about him...I just couldn't get it.

Then I remembered an argument I had with another friend of mine recently. In the course of friendly banter and bitchery, he had stumbled upon a sensitive subject. He joked about something I said about my break-up with David. Thank God, we were just speaking on the phone; because if we had been in the same room together, I swear I would have hit him. Hard.

I raised a big ruckus because in my opinion, he had overstepped his boundaries. How dare he take something so intimate and use it as a punchline? How dare he cut me open like that and...and...And how dare I?

That's when I finally got it.

2003-04-20T18:38:00.000-07:00

Fairy Tales
Names have been changed to protect the innocent (and not-so innocent)

Everywhere I look, people seem to be coupling right and left. Straight, gay...even my dog, Darna, has given up single blessedness for a mongrel in the neighborhood. It's like the fucking Noah's Ark!

And my friends, Freddy and Ben, have joined the menagerie. They have recently met two seemingly great guys, and are now in the giddy midst of the 'Getting to Know You' dance. Seeing them all atwitter, I let myself be swept up by their breathless excitement and wondrous fantasies about their respective Prince Charmings.

Maybe, that's what we all need. The three of us broke up with our long-term boyfriends 2 years ago, all within 2 months of one another, and since then, our collective track record hasn't been what you can call successful: Freddy has had a jillion little flings, Ben clocked in 3 disastrous love affairs, one after another, and I had a suicidal love junkie and the cheating bisexual from hell. Yes, we all need to experience our own personal fairy tales right now.

I mean, my ex David seems to have found it in a delightfully perky young man named Jonathan, whom he adores very much. And I'm happy that they're happy. Because after all the pain that we went through, it's comforting to know that I haven't traumatized David into giving up on love. He deserves to be loved, that one...loved for all his worth, in all his entirety. And Jonathan seems up for that challenge. You go, girl!

But with every success story, you hear of a million and one horror stories. Like the one where everyone except the boyfriend, knew that his lover was cheating on him. Or the one where a guy found his great love screwing his best friend. Or did you hear about the one where a man finally learns to be faithful but finds out his lover has started cheating on him? And on and on they go... Tales that can probably break your heart. Why not? It has actually broken someone else's.

Depressing, isn't it? That's why I'm banking on Freddy and Ben. They're at a point where anything and eveything is possible: hot sex, wonderful conversation, faithful and undying love, and the dream of happy ever after.

Help me believe it can come true.

2003-04-19T20:25:00.000-07:00

Fat/Free

I used to be a gym bunny, you know. I think there was a time in my life where I spent more time working out or obsessing about working out than actually working:

It was 2001 and after 4 months of sheer aerobic (and anaerobic) torture, I had lost 40 pounds. But before I could fully revel in that victory, I suddenly lost something even more precious -- my then boyfriend David. Since I couldn't blame anyone else but myself for the break-up, I did what any normal, self-respecting man would do. I totally blamed my ex for my misery. And instead of drowning in depression, I used up all the rage and negativity to push myself into completing 2 classes of extreme cardio aerobics as well as a muscle-cramping weight routine each day for the next two months.

I lost another 20 pounds but found myself free from the radioactive fallout of my break-up. I accepted the loss, embraced my part in it, and resolved to be a better person (and a better future boyfriend). By this time, I had already begun to date...and I felt pretty, sexy, and confident. Funny how it's so easy to be so well-enlightened when you're sporting 18-inch biceps, a slight glimmer of a six-pack in your abs, and with a social life that was starting to heat up. It was like...the ugly duckling realizing he was a swan, the Beast transforming into the prince, Julia Roberts going to the opera in her red Valentino gown (Oh give me a break! I'm gay...and it was so a Pretty Woman moment!)

I so relish that one particular moment, that singular epiphany when I realized that I was beautiful. Because after that, everything went to hell in a handbasket. All the hard-earned confidence, all the new-found independence were shattered with an encounter with a twenty-something guy with a million relationship issues -- one of which was his 8 year relationship with his girlfriend.

In QAF, Brian Kinney once said, "Principles are the first to go when you want dick." And that was true, in this case. For someone who puts a high price on honesty, fidelity and monogamy, it didn't take too long for me to get used to the idea of adultery. I was a modern-day Hester Prynne, with a scarlet letter on my breast...well, if you can see it through the chest hair, that is. It took me four months to get out of that. I realized I was nowhere near the Top 10 thousand of his priorities, much less the Top 10. He wasn't going to leave his girlfriend for me. And if he did, I had the privilege of competing with 2 other men (that I know of) to be...what, his rebound guy?! Fuck that!

But the damage was done. I lost my sense of self and any self-esteem that I ever had. But wait, there's more...on the heels of that breakup, came another break. An elbow fracture caused by a training accident at the gym, screwed up my relationship with the treadmill and pecdeck. And I haven't seen my abs ever since.

Flashforward to 2003. A year or so, a lot of tears, 3 bouts of depression, a million self-affirmations, and a million more cookies and pizzas later, I find myself to be quite happy and content. I'm fat and single, but I'm having the time of my life. After 31 years, I finally realized that I don't need to have a 30-inch waistline or even a guy with said measurements, to feel special or good about myself. I can do that quite expertly on my own.

I know that sooner or later, vanity will kick in and kick my flabby ass to the gym. I know that in time, I will thin out and buff up once again. But for now, I'd just like to relax and be comfortable in my own fat-filled skin. And it's a good place to be.

2003-04-19T19:44:00.000-07:00

Hmmm...

So here's another blog to clog up the infinite vastness of the Web. I'm an advertising copywriter (born and bred in the Philippines) and you'd think I'd balk at adding another writing chore to the list of things I have to do: brush teeth, take bath, wish for a boyfriend, do blog, go to work, create wonderful copy for products people don't really need...Did I already say, wish for a boyfriend?

So now, instead of just privately wishing for a mate, I'm going to be headlining that and other Titanic-like neuroses all over the Internet. As if you all need to read one more gay man's screw-ups...Yay me!