I was amazed by these pics I saw online. They are pics of Manila back in 1973. Amazing. I always get nostalgic whenever I think about how Manila was like in the 70s. For some reason I have this affiliation with all things from the 70s, and especially all things that have to do with Manila in the 70s -- old Filipino movies, songs, pictures. Even recent stuff that is 70s-inspired appeals to me, like the stuff on True Faith's live album "MYX: Halo-Halo". My theory is that before I was born I was a spirit wandering around the world, and the place I liked most was Manila. I was born in 1981, so I guess if I really was a wandering spirit I would have been wandering around in the 70s. The problem with me getting nostalgic is that I always inevitably end up becoming sad, for some reason -- probably because when I get sentimental I think about Rolly and the love that was not meant to be and shit like that, so...
It's Jhona's birthday today. Last weekend Juris and I went to The Fort, where Jhona's restaurant is located, and we helped her celebrate in advance. We had a blast, even though Marie couldn't join us because she was in Pampanga. It had been a while since we saw each other. In fact, it had been so long since we last saw each other that I actually still had the Christmas present I was supposed to give Jhona in 2003. I finally managed to give it to her last week. As usual we talked about our men, the business we're planning to put up, and about our journal. Marie had the PDA journal though, so we couldn't write anything in it. It's been a while since I wote in that. We're already writing in our 3rd volume, and we all agree that this volume is our most tame. The first volume was full of cuss words and you could smell our sexual frustration coming out of that thing. Juris wants to publish it. The first journal had so much weird stuff in it, like when we listed down all the men who had been in our lives, or when Marie and I priced our virginity (we calculated the amount by adding up how much we or the men we almost lost it to paid in terms of the transpo, the venue, the food, etc.). Then there's the part when Jhona didn't want to be part of the PDA anymore so she glued up her parts of the journal, after which we tried restoring the glued pages. I guess it would be fun to publish the journal, although we really have to change the names of the people who we wrote about.
Last week was thankfully not as hectic as the weeks before, and I finally managed to recover all the sleep I had lost over the last few months. I have had a cold and I've been coughing, so I have had no choice but to give my slutty lifestyle a rest. I don't mind all that much though, cuz my libido isn't as high as it used to be. However, as soon as I recover from my illness I will find a new man. Mark probably already has someone new, and none of my other men have texted me recently either. Hay... Back to zero.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
For Steve
Today I found an interesting post in my tag board. My reply did not fit in the tag board message section, so I'm a posting it here.
"Hmmm... There are many opinions about how gay people should earn respect. There are people who think that in order to gain respect, gay people must be either celibate, or if they have sex they shouldn't talk about it because unfortunately some people can't take the fact that yes men do have sex with other men too. Then there are other people who believe that if you live your life the way you want to live, and if you're living your own personal truth despite what other people may say or think, then you deserve respect. To each his own. Think what you want to think. I put this website up because I want my closest friends to know what's going on in my life. I want them to know what I'm thinking because I'm tired of shutting up. I am happy with everything that's here. I am proud of my honesty, and really couldn't give a shit what other people think. As far as I'm concerned, if you don't like what you see, then you can fuck off and go read some other blog. This blog was not created for you."
And that is all I have to say on the subject. Peace.
"Hmmm... There are many opinions about how gay people should earn respect. There are people who think that in order to gain respect, gay people must be either celibate, or if they have sex they shouldn't talk about it because unfortunately some people can't take the fact that yes men do have sex with other men too. Then there are other people who believe that if you live your life the way you want to live, and if you're living your own personal truth despite what other people may say or think, then you deserve respect. To each his own. Think what you want to think. I put this website up because I want my closest friends to know what's going on in my life. I want them to know what I'm thinking because I'm tired of shutting up. I am happy with everything that's here. I am proud of my honesty, and really couldn't give a shit what other people think. As far as I'm concerned, if you don't like what you see, then you can fuck off and go read some other blog. This blog was not created for you."
And that is all I have to say on the subject. Peace.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Foot and Mouth Disease
I have not been managing to write as many entries as I would like to have written. I guess that's OK though, considering how long my entries have been so far. My new class has been going well. I like the way I have handled this class. I'm almost as good as I was with the last class I handled before temporarily moving to PDT. My new trainees are also very nice to me, although some of them are a bit slow to pick up on some of the concepts. But's that OK.
I visited Dr. Joy, my customer service-oriented dentist, last Sunday. My gums had starting bleeding and hurting again. She was as nice as ever, and as usual she scolded me for not flossing regularly. Still, she noted that my gums had improved somewhat since the last time she saw them. Yehey. She just cleaned my teeth to get rid of some of the stuff that was making my gums bleed, and she assured me that bleeding was normal given that my gingivitis had not yet completely healed. All I had to do was to continue with my dental regimen (including flossing) and I would be fine in a few weeks. Great.
My Mom on the other hand has a cyst in her foot. It's nothing major, but sometimes she finds it a bit difficult to walk. She didn't want to tell me about it at first because she thought that I wouldn't have enough money to pay for the operation she needs to get rid of the cyst. Although that's actually true at the moment, I will get my 13th month pay in a few weeks. I will use the money to pay for my Mom's operation. She's very nervous about anything that has to do with her health, and I will do anything to help ease her mind. Of course it does mean that Christmas will be a bit tight this year, especially since I have to start paying for the house we're renting in Pasig now that my aunt's retired, but that's OK. I just need to budget the money that I have well. It will all work out, I'm sure.
I visited Dr. Joy, my customer service-oriented dentist, last Sunday. My gums had starting bleeding and hurting again. She was as nice as ever, and as usual she scolded me for not flossing regularly. Still, she noted that my gums had improved somewhat since the last time she saw them. Yehey. She just cleaned my teeth to get rid of some of the stuff that was making my gums bleed, and she assured me that bleeding was normal given that my gingivitis had not yet completely healed. All I had to do was to continue with my dental regimen (including flossing) and I would be fine in a few weeks. Great.
My Mom on the other hand has a cyst in her foot. It's nothing major, but sometimes she finds it a bit difficult to walk. She didn't want to tell me about it at first because she thought that I wouldn't have enough money to pay for the operation she needs to get rid of the cyst. Although that's actually true at the moment, I will get my 13th month pay in a few weeks. I will use the money to pay for my Mom's operation. She's very nervous about anything that has to do with her health, and I will do anything to help ease her mind. Of course it does mean that Christmas will be a bit tight this year, especially since I have to start paying for the house we're renting in Pasig now that my aunt's retired, but that's OK. I just need to budget the money that I have well. It will all work out, I'm sure.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
The end of the affair...
I'm back in Manila. I guess I was in Cebu for too long, because I soon as I arrived I was immediately irritated by the traffic, the smog, and the heat. I'm already handling a new class. So far they have been nice to me.
Rolly left Cebu for Manila earlier than I did. He left Saturday afternoon. He needed to leave early because he needed to prepare stuff for his nephew's baptism. I was supposed to be at the baptism with him because they made me one of the godparents, but I wanted to stay in Cebu to meet Elaine and Romi. I wasn't too thrilled about Rolly leaving for Manila last Saturday because apart from him having to prepare for the baptism, he was also going to meet Richard, one of his ex's. Although he didn't explicitly say so, I kinda had that feeling that they were going to sleep with each other. I didn't like the feeling.
OK fine. Yes, Rolly and I did have sex while he was in Cebu. We weren't planning to though. In fact, we had agreed beforehand that we wouldn't. He was paranoid about me falling in love with him again, and I was paranoid about him getting paranoid about me falling in love with him again. But considering that we were sleeping in the same bed, and considering how touchy-feely we both are, I guess it was inevitable.
Tuesday afternoon was the first time we did it. We were just lying in bed, half asleep, and we had our arms wrapped around each other. It was all innocent at first, and we were honestly just cuddling in the cool bed. Gradually though we wrapped otherselves deeper and deeper into each other, and we started rubbing up against each other. Even though the air conditioning was on, the room seemed really hot, so I took my shirt off. That's when he started pumping his cock against my chest, and that's when I decided that ok it looks like he wants to fuck. I took the covers off of us, pulled his shorts down and gave him a blowjob for the first time since last year. He wasn't as huge as I remembered him to be, but he was still pretty big.
When he came though it was like he was struck by lightning. All of a sudden a big wave of regret rushed over him, and he started apologizing. Oh God, Josef, sorry, he said. He went on -- shit, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged my face so tightly into his chest that I was like wait let go of me first I can't breathe. Sorry, Josef, sorry he pleaded. When he finally let go I tried to reassure him that hey it was nothing we're still friends. He was like I knew I shouldn't have come to Cebu because I knew it was inevitable this would happen and I'm worried about you falling in love with me again I should go back to Manila right now. To which I replied I'm not going to fall in love with you again don't worry because I know that it's better if we stay friends. That didn't seem to work though because he left the bed and curled into a ball somewhere on the floor. Are you OK I asked. No I'm not he said.
So after the first time we did it I was kinda scared shit that we might lose this great friendship that we had worked so hard to repair and build since he came back from Japan. I knew that sex would totally complicate everything, and in the back of my mind I knew that we shouldn't have done what we did because we were both paranoid about what would happen to us after. Of course, it turns out that I didn't have anything to be worried about, because I blew him another couple of times after. Hehe. He complimented me and said I was definitely a whole lot better at sucking cock now than I was last year. I guess I have to thank Carlo a lot for that -- although I will write more about him another time. In the end we dropped any hang-ups we had had about what would happen to us after Cebu, and that helped us enjoy what we were doing. We were just simply having sex as any close friends would -- not that many close friends have sex.
On the day that he left, I was really sad. It dawned on me that as soon as he got back to Manila, all that had happened in Cebu would probably not happen again. I didn't have my own place, and neither did he. The chances of him wanting to check in to a motel with me again seemed slim. We wouldn't be as intimate in Manila as we had been in Cebu. We would simply go back to the platonic friendship we had before the Cebu trip. Even though it was a strong friendship, and even though I would rather have that friendship then nothing at all, I still got teary because I liked sharing very intimate moments with him. The thought that we wouldn't be able to share those intimate moments again was a bit painful.
The day of his flight back home, I tried very hard not to cry in the taxi on the way to the airport. Whenever he would leave for Japan I would always cry like I was some OFW's wife who got left behind. Although he was just leaving for Manila, and although we would see each other a couple of days later, I was sad because not only was he leaving me behind, but he was also leaving behind the best time we had ever had with each other, and our times in Manila probably wouldn't be as good as they were in Cebu. I didn't want him to see me crying because I didn't want him to think I had fallen in love with him again, even though the truth was that I had never really fallen out of love with him. I only cried after we had said goodbye at the terminal gate, after he had checked in his luggage at the counter, and after he had made his way to the departure gate.
In the taxi going back to Sophia Suites, I couldn't really cry because the taxi driver was going on about how the biggest shabu bust happened in Cebu a month ago, and because one of the tires bust and I was sweating like a pig in the back of the taxi while the driver was changing the fucked up tire. When I was finally in my room, Rolly texted that he had just arrived home. What was I still doing up he asked. I just couldn't sleep I said. Hmm you're being sentimental again he replied, and that's when I cried. At least he's not numb and oblivious. He said that he missed me already, and that we would see each other soon. That was consolation enough I guess.
For a few days after, I was still kinda melancholy. All of a sudden memories of how I felt last July when Rolly first told me that he had someone else came rushing back. I remembered how devastated I was when I found out, how badly I sobbed while I was walking on the day I realized that he didn't love me as much as I loved him, how many days I went without proper sleep. I remembered that the main reason I've been sleeping around is that it helps me forget that he's having sex with other people too. Granted, sleeping around also helps me see that I am wanted by other men. All the same, I can't really deny that somehow I still think that Rolly and I still have a chance at more than what we have. Other men only help me to forget that temporarily.
Hay... I don't think I can have sex with another man for a while. I still have a lot of issues with Rolly that I need to deal with. I will just have sex again once I've resolved those issues. Of course I say that now. In a few days when I'm completely horny again I'm probably going to end up meeting one of my possible fuckers for a quickie. But that's OK. Whatever happens, happens.
Rolly left Cebu for Manila earlier than I did. He left Saturday afternoon. He needed to leave early because he needed to prepare stuff for his nephew's baptism. I was supposed to be at the baptism with him because they made me one of the godparents, but I wanted to stay in Cebu to meet Elaine and Romi. I wasn't too thrilled about Rolly leaving for Manila last Saturday because apart from him having to prepare for the baptism, he was also going to meet Richard, one of his ex's. Although he didn't explicitly say so, I kinda had that feeling that they were going to sleep with each other. I didn't like the feeling.
OK fine. Yes, Rolly and I did have sex while he was in Cebu. We weren't planning to though. In fact, we had agreed beforehand that we wouldn't. He was paranoid about me falling in love with him again, and I was paranoid about him getting paranoid about me falling in love with him again. But considering that we were sleeping in the same bed, and considering how touchy-feely we both are, I guess it was inevitable.
Tuesday afternoon was the first time we did it. We were just lying in bed, half asleep, and we had our arms wrapped around each other. It was all innocent at first, and we were honestly just cuddling in the cool bed. Gradually though we wrapped otherselves deeper and deeper into each other, and we started rubbing up against each other. Even though the air conditioning was on, the room seemed really hot, so I took my shirt off. That's when he started pumping his cock against my chest, and that's when I decided that ok it looks like he wants to fuck. I took the covers off of us, pulled his shorts down and gave him a blowjob for the first time since last year. He wasn't as huge as I remembered him to be, but he was still pretty big.
When he came though it was like he was struck by lightning. All of a sudden a big wave of regret rushed over him, and he started apologizing. Oh God, Josef, sorry, he said. He went on -- shit, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged my face so tightly into his chest that I was like wait let go of me first I can't breathe. Sorry, Josef, sorry he pleaded. When he finally let go I tried to reassure him that hey it was nothing we're still friends. He was like I knew I shouldn't have come to Cebu because I knew it was inevitable this would happen and I'm worried about you falling in love with me again I should go back to Manila right now. To which I replied I'm not going to fall in love with you again don't worry because I know that it's better if we stay friends. That didn't seem to work though because he left the bed and curled into a ball somewhere on the floor. Are you OK I asked. No I'm not he said.
So after the first time we did it I was kinda scared shit that we might lose this great friendship that we had worked so hard to repair and build since he came back from Japan. I knew that sex would totally complicate everything, and in the back of my mind I knew that we shouldn't have done what we did because we were both paranoid about what would happen to us after. Of course, it turns out that I didn't have anything to be worried about, because I blew him another couple of times after. Hehe. He complimented me and said I was definitely a whole lot better at sucking cock now than I was last year. I guess I have to thank Carlo a lot for that -- although I will write more about him another time. In the end we dropped any hang-ups we had had about what would happen to us after Cebu, and that helped us enjoy what we were doing. We were just simply having sex as any close friends would -- not that many close friends have sex.
On the day that he left, I was really sad. It dawned on me that as soon as he got back to Manila, all that had happened in Cebu would probably not happen again. I didn't have my own place, and neither did he. The chances of him wanting to check in to a motel with me again seemed slim. We wouldn't be as intimate in Manila as we had been in Cebu. We would simply go back to the platonic friendship we had before the Cebu trip. Even though it was a strong friendship, and even though I would rather have that friendship then nothing at all, I still got teary because I liked sharing very intimate moments with him. The thought that we wouldn't be able to share those intimate moments again was a bit painful.
The day of his flight back home, I tried very hard not to cry in the taxi on the way to the airport. Whenever he would leave for Japan I would always cry like I was some OFW's wife who got left behind. Although he was just leaving for Manila, and although we would see each other a couple of days later, I was sad because not only was he leaving me behind, but he was also leaving behind the best time we had ever had with each other, and our times in Manila probably wouldn't be as good as they were in Cebu. I didn't want him to see me crying because I didn't want him to think I had fallen in love with him again, even though the truth was that I had never really fallen out of love with him. I only cried after we had said goodbye at the terminal gate, after he had checked in his luggage at the counter, and after he had made his way to the departure gate.
In the taxi going back to Sophia Suites, I couldn't really cry because the taxi driver was going on about how the biggest shabu bust happened in Cebu a month ago, and because one of the tires bust and I was sweating like a pig in the back of the taxi while the driver was changing the fucked up tire. When I was finally in my room, Rolly texted that he had just arrived home. What was I still doing up he asked. I just couldn't sleep I said. Hmm you're being sentimental again he replied, and that's when I cried. At least he's not numb and oblivious. He said that he missed me already, and that we would see each other soon. That was consolation enough I guess.
For a few days after, I was still kinda melancholy. All of a sudden memories of how I felt last July when Rolly first told me that he had someone else came rushing back. I remembered how devastated I was when I found out, how badly I sobbed while I was walking on the day I realized that he didn't love me as much as I loved him, how many days I went without proper sleep. I remembered that the main reason I've been sleeping around is that it helps me forget that he's having sex with other people too. Granted, sleeping around also helps me see that I am wanted by other men. All the same, I can't really deny that somehow I still think that Rolly and I still have a chance at more than what we have. Other men only help me to forget that temporarily.
Hay... I don't think I can have sex with another man for a while. I still have a lot of issues with Rolly that I need to deal with. I will just have sex again once I've resolved those issues. Of course I say that now. In a few days when I'm completely horny again I'm probably going to end up meeting one of my possible fuckers for a quickie. But that's OK. Whatever happens, happens.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Possible Fuckers
I just noticed that so far pretty much most of my entries have been long. This entry will be my shortest so far, because all I will write about are the men who I will potentially have sex with when I get back to Manila in a few days.
Mark: We will definitely fuck sometime when I get back to Manila, but probably not within the next two weeks because I will be working graveyard and his place is only free from 11pm to around 4am.
Ken from Pasay: Out of all the men I haven't met yet, Ken is probably the one I am most likely to meet next. We've been chatting sproadically for some time now, although in the past few days we've been chatting more often, and he even called me his baby yesterday. Our chats are usually PG-13, although yesterday he did mention that he was looking for someone to have sex with and that he was a versatile top. Hmm... We will probably meet and have a drink somewhere sometime soon -- maybe next weekend.
Gio: Although he's an asshole because he hasn't texted me in weeks, I would still be open to going to his place, spreading my legs wide open, and letting him fuck me so bad that I won't be able to stand up or walk properly for a week. Anything for my sexual soulmate.
Bob: We've been talking about having sex for a while now, but we've never gotten around to it because although he works in Ortigas, he lives in Bulacan. He looked cute in the picture he sent to me, and he said that he was a top, so I'm willing to wait for him to get round to meeting me.
Jasper, Ryan, Angelo and all my other chat- and text-mates: I will fuck whoever is the first to say that they want to meet me.
That's it for this entry.
Mark: We will definitely fuck sometime when I get back to Manila, but probably not within the next two weeks because I will be working graveyard and his place is only free from 11pm to around 4am.
Ken from Pasay: Out of all the men I haven't met yet, Ken is probably the one I am most likely to meet next. We've been chatting sproadically for some time now, although in the past few days we've been chatting more often, and he even called me his baby yesterday. Our chats are usually PG-13, although yesterday he did mention that he was looking for someone to have sex with and that he was a versatile top. Hmm... We will probably meet and have a drink somewhere sometime soon -- maybe next weekend.
Gio: Although he's an asshole because he hasn't texted me in weeks, I would still be open to going to his place, spreading my legs wide open, and letting him fuck me so bad that I won't be able to stand up or walk properly for a week. Anything for my sexual soulmate.
Bob: We've been talking about having sex for a while now, but we've never gotten around to it because although he works in Ortigas, he lives in Bulacan. He looked cute in the picture he sent to me, and he said that he was a top, so I'm willing to wait for him to get round to meeting me.
Jasper, Ryan, Angelo and all my other chat- and text-mates: I will fuck whoever is the first to say that they want to meet me.
That's it for this entry.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Tarzan: Swingers Galore
Rolly arrived in Cebu last Sunday. I invited him to stay here for a bit because whenever I talked about going here to Cebu he would get more excited about the trip then I would. He wasn't too happy though about me paying for the ticket, because he doesn't like people spending on him. My thing though was that the money I would spend would just be the money I would get for my allowance, which was more than enough for me to both buy his ticket and save some money. So after much convincing on my part that he could just consider the ticket as my Christmas gift to him, and after much debate about when he should fly here and when he should leave, I finally bought his plane ticket to Cebu last Friday.
I picked him up at the Mactan airport on Sunday evening and didn't know what to expect because he said that his hair looked different. When he arrived his hair was all spikey and gelled-up, and he looked much younger than when he had longer hair. Shorter hair suits him. We spent the ride to Sophia Suites talking about how Cebu really looked like the quieter parts of Manila, how everything seemed near everywhere else, and how and what he had been doing while I was here in Cebu. His Korean friend, Jae, was in Manila last week, and as usually they spent most of their time visiting practically every bar and club in Manila, picking up girls that Jae would bring back to the hotel to make out with (if not fuck), stuff like that. He also went to an overnight swimming party that the salsalan channel on mirc had organized the week before. He didn't mention if he had slept with anyone while he was there, although I'm sure he did. I didn't really want to ask though because it had been 3 weeks since I last had sex, and I don't like hearing about people having better sex lives than I do. I don't tell him about all my adventures either -- just the ones he asks about -- so I guess it's just fair that he gets to keep stuff like that to himself too.
When we arrived at Sophia Suites we left his stuff at the master's bedroom which Margaux kindly let me have. I wanted to get that room so that Rolly and I would have our own tv set and bath tub and he wouldn't feel shy about having to share them with other people. Then we bought groceries. I had been telling Che and Dexter that we wouldn't have to worry about food when Rolly's here because he knows how to cook, so we were all excited about that. We wanted to go out that night as well, although we weren't really sure where we wanted to go. We eventually decided to go to a gay strip club in Lapu-Lapu city that our friend promised would be a lot better than Navigator. So we slept for a bit before making our way to Dexter's hotel room. He asked us to meet him there because he was a bit groggy from having overslept. Although I usually don't give a shit about what people think about what I write here, I won't describe what we saw when we got there, because not only is Dexter my good friend, but he will kill me and never forgive me if I write about what I saw. Not that there was anything I saw that his boyfriend should have to worry about. Hehe.
Anyway, we made our way to the gay strip club in Lapu-Lapu, and the bar was called Tarzan. Che, Dex, Rolly, and I went. We took Che to Navigator the week before and she was disappointed that no one stripped naked, so we all hoped that this time around for Che's sake that she would finally get to see what it really is like inside a gay strip club. I was a bit suspicious of the place when we got there because the security guard outside spent like 10 minutes knocking on the door before the people inside finally let us in, but when we finally did get inside we weren't disappointed.
As soon as we got in we immediately noticed that the strippers were taller and had nicer bodies than the ones at Navigator, but they weren't really as cute -- not that I really care for cute faces. Even the design of the place was nice because there were couches, the stage was in the center of the room close to all the seats, and true to the name of the place in the middle of the stage was a tree trunk. The tree trunk had showers around it. It wasn't long before the strippers took their shorts off, turned on the showers and started lathering themselves. It was definitely a whole lot better than Navigator, and I have to agree with Rolly that it was even better than some of the gay bars in Manila.
Some of the highlights of our stay at Tarzan include the strippers letting us feel them up without asking us to give them tips (how cheap of them), me getting to lick the crotch of the cutest stripper (how cheap of me), and Dexter paying one of the strippers to sit at our table and chat with us (no comment -- haha). Well, Dexter didn't exactly pay the guy, but in a strip club when a stripper sits next to you, starts chatting you up, and asks you to buy him a drink, it's called tabling. It's almost like paying them because the stripper gets a commission for the drink, but not quite because you don't pay the guy directly. The guy was kinda cute and had a nice body. I didn't notice Dexter feeling him up or anything like that, and I'm not sure if they talked about anything green, so I guess it was all pretty much PG-13.
During the lights-out portion of the show, one of the strippers walked up to Che and asked her to feel him up. Che, pretending to be demure (hehe), refused, which of course challenged the guy to actually sit on her and give her a sort of lap dance. She seemed a bit irritated cuz not only did she not want that to happen, but Rolly was screaming at her to feel the guy up. She just laughed it all off though after it was over. As for me licking the crotch of the cutest stripper, they put the 3 cutest strippers on stage and asked for volunteers to give the strippers a body shot. The four of us drew toothpicks and whoever got the longest toothpick had to go give one of the strippers a body shot. Needless to say, I got the longest toothpick, and I was the first volunteer to get on the stage. You could choose which part of the stripper's body you wanted to lick, and I would have chosen to lick his cock if I wasn't worried about them asking me to pay extra for that. So I chose the next best thing and licked his crotch area. It was over in a few seconds, and considering that it had been so long since the last time I had sex, I didn't find the licking part completely satisfying. But still, I'm kinda happy that I sorta got to be an exhibitionist for a bit because I've sometimes thought that it might be fun to have other people watch me have sex -- not that me and the stripper had sex on stage. I just mean that I probably wouldn't be bothered if someone wanted to watch me get fucked. Come to think of it, Mark watched me get fucked by JM-the-asshole, so I guess I have already been an exhibitionist at one point in my life.
After Tarzan, the four of us went to a casino, and it was the first time Che, Rolly and I had been in one. We didn't want to go play on tables, because we knew we'd just lose all of our money too quickly. Instead we went on the slot machines, and to the cheap 2 and 5 peso ones. It took us a while to understand how the slot machines worked, and we ended up overbetting and losing money the first few times we tried the machines out. Eventually we got the hang of the machines and in 10 minutes I recovered all the money I had lost in 2 hours. Dexter was the only one who made any money -- he made 1000 pesos. I can understand how people can get addicted to the machines. Every now and then I'm tempted to go back to the casino and splurge again, but thankfully I have enough self-control to actually stop myself.
We got out of the casino at around 6am and we were all still wide awake so we decided to go on a city tour. We visited the Cathedral, the Sto Nino Basilica, and Magellan's cross. I love visiting churches and cathedrals. I love looking at all the artwork, and even though I'm not Christian, I feel a sense of calm and spirituality whenever I'm inside churches. We took lots of pictures but only with Dexter's phone cam. I really need to get a digicam soon. After our church-tripping, we went to Carbon, which is like a smaller version of Divisoria that's almost but not quite as dirty. We didn't find anything interesting to buy, and it was fucking hot and humid while we were walking around so we just ended up going home.
Rolly has been cooking food for us. He's really sweet, because he cooks both breakfast and dinner, and we always love what he prepares. We've also eaten out a few times, gone shopping, played bingo. Rolly also sometimes goes out at night whenever Che, Dex and I have work. He went to a few bars and I think one time he went back to the casino again. He's enjoying being able to rest but I think he's a bit bored already. And that's pretty much all that has happened since Rolly arrived in Cebu. Sort of. Hehe.
I picked him up at the Mactan airport on Sunday evening and didn't know what to expect because he said that his hair looked different. When he arrived his hair was all spikey and gelled-up, and he looked much younger than when he had longer hair. Shorter hair suits him. We spent the ride to Sophia Suites talking about how Cebu really looked like the quieter parts of Manila, how everything seemed near everywhere else, and how and what he had been doing while I was here in Cebu. His Korean friend, Jae, was in Manila last week, and as usually they spent most of their time visiting practically every bar and club in Manila, picking up girls that Jae would bring back to the hotel to make out with (if not fuck), stuff like that. He also went to an overnight swimming party that the salsalan channel on mirc had organized the week before. He didn't mention if he had slept with anyone while he was there, although I'm sure he did. I didn't really want to ask though because it had been 3 weeks since I last had sex, and I don't like hearing about people having better sex lives than I do. I don't tell him about all my adventures either -- just the ones he asks about -- so I guess it's just fair that he gets to keep stuff like that to himself too.
When we arrived at Sophia Suites we left his stuff at the master's bedroom which Margaux kindly let me have. I wanted to get that room so that Rolly and I would have our own tv set and bath tub and he wouldn't feel shy about having to share them with other people. Then we bought groceries. I had been telling Che and Dexter that we wouldn't have to worry about food when Rolly's here because he knows how to cook, so we were all excited about that. We wanted to go out that night as well, although we weren't really sure where we wanted to go. We eventually decided to go to a gay strip club in Lapu-Lapu city that our friend promised would be a lot better than Navigator. So we slept for a bit before making our way to Dexter's hotel room. He asked us to meet him there because he was a bit groggy from having overslept. Although I usually don't give a shit about what people think about what I write here, I won't describe what we saw when we got there, because not only is Dexter my good friend, but he will kill me and never forgive me if I write about what I saw. Not that there was anything I saw that his boyfriend should have to worry about. Hehe.
Anyway, we made our way to the gay strip club in Lapu-Lapu, and the bar was called Tarzan. Che, Dex, Rolly, and I went. We took Che to Navigator the week before and she was disappointed that no one stripped naked, so we all hoped that this time around for Che's sake that she would finally get to see what it really is like inside a gay strip club. I was a bit suspicious of the place when we got there because the security guard outside spent like 10 minutes knocking on the door before the people inside finally let us in, but when we finally did get inside we weren't disappointed.
As soon as we got in we immediately noticed that the strippers were taller and had nicer bodies than the ones at Navigator, but they weren't really as cute -- not that I really care for cute faces. Even the design of the place was nice because there were couches, the stage was in the center of the room close to all the seats, and true to the name of the place in the middle of the stage was a tree trunk. The tree trunk had showers around it. It wasn't long before the strippers took their shorts off, turned on the showers and started lathering themselves. It was definitely a whole lot better than Navigator, and I have to agree with Rolly that it was even better than some of the gay bars in Manila.
Some of the highlights of our stay at Tarzan include the strippers letting us feel them up without asking us to give them tips (how cheap of them), me getting to lick the crotch of the cutest stripper (how cheap of me), and Dexter paying one of the strippers to sit at our table and chat with us (no comment -- haha). Well, Dexter didn't exactly pay the guy, but in a strip club when a stripper sits next to you, starts chatting you up, and asks you to buy him a drink, it's called tabling. It's almost like paying them because the stripper gets a commission for the drink, but not quite because you don't pay the guy directly. The guy was kinda cute and had a nice body. I didn't notice Dexter feeling him up or anything like that, and I'm not sure if they talked about anything green, so I guess it was all pretty much PG-13.
During the lights-out portion of the show, one of the strippers walked up to Che and asked her to feel him up. Che, pretending to be demure (hehe), refused, which of course challenged the guy to actually sit on her and give her a sort of lap dance. She seemed a bit irritated cuz not only did she not want that to happen, but Rolly was screaming at her to feel the guy up. She just laughed it all off though after it was over. As for me licking the crotch of the cutest stripper, they put the 3 cutest strippers on stage and asked for volunteers to give the strippers a body shot. The four of us drew toothpicks and whoever got the longest toothpick had to go give one of the strippers a body shot. Needless to say, I got the longest toothpick, and I was the first volunteer to get on the stage. You could choose which part of the stripper's body you wanted to lick, and I would have chosen to lick his cock if I wasn't worried about them asking me to pay extra for that. So I chose the next best thing and licked his crotch area. It was over in a few seconds, and considering that it had been so long since the last time I had sex, I didn't find the licking part completely satisfying. But still, I'm kinda happy that I sorta got to be an exhibitionist for a bit because I've sometimes thought that it might be fun to have other people watch me have sex -- not that me and the stripper had sex on stage. I just mean that I probably wouldn't be bothered if someone wanted to watch me get fucked. Come to think of it, Mark watched me get fucked by JM-the-asshole, so I guess I have already been an exhibitionist at one point in my life.
After Tarzan, the four of us went to a casino, and it was the first time Che, Rolly and I had been in one. We didn't want to go play on tables, because we knew we'd just lose all of our money too quickly. Instead we went on the slot machines, and to the cheap 2 and 5 peso ones. It took us a while to understand how the slot machines worked, and we ended up overbetting and losing money the first few times we tried the machines out. Eventually we got the hang of the machines and in 10 minutes I recovered all the money I had lost in 2 hours. Dexter was the only one who made any money -- he made 1000 pesos. I can understand how people can get addicted to the machines. Every now and then I'm tempted to go back to the casino and splurge again, but thankfully I have enough self-control to actually stop myself.
We got out of the casino at around 6am and we were all still wide awake so we decided to go on a city tour. We visited the Cathedral, the Sto Nino Basilica, and Magellan's cross. I love visiting churches and cathedrals. I love looking at all the artwork, and even though I'm not Christian, I feel a sense of calm and spirituality whenever I'm inside churches. We took lots of pictures but only with Dexter's phone cam. I really need to get a digicam soon. After our church-tripping, we went to Carbon, which is like a smaller version of Divisoria that's almost but not quite as dirty. We didn't find anything interesting to buy, and it was fucking hot and humid while we were walking around so we just ended up going home.
Rolly has been cooking food for us. He's really sweet, because he cooks both breakfast and dinner, and we always love what he prepares. We've also eaten out a few times, gone shopping, played bingo. Rolly also sometimes goes out at night whenever Che, Dex and I have work. He went to a few bars and I think one time he went back to the casino again. He's enjoying being able to rest but I think he's a bit bored already. And that's pretty much all that has happened since Rolly arrived in Cebu. Sort of. Hehe.
