Coming Out of the Military Closet

An airman tells his dad he is gay as ‘don’t ask’ policy of the US Military disappears.

The military's ban on openly gay service officially ended yesterday and already one member of the Air Force has shared a video of his personal journey out of the closet.

A 21-year-old servicemember who had been keeping an anonymous VLog about his quest to come out to his girlfriend, family, and comrades posted a video of his call to his father this morning to tell him he is gay. His father pauses before saying, "I still love you son. Doesn't change our relationship."

Watching this video made me hopeful that soon, "discrimination" is going to be nothing but a footnote.

Day Dream Erotica

I woke up drowsily from my sleep as he slowly brushed his finger on the contours of my body. I fell asleep waiting for him. His kiss in my lips gently warmed my body and dragged me out of my daze. Under the white satin sheet that barely covered my lower body, I was as naked as I was born. I smiled as I watch him move back from the bed and removed his clothing.

Now we were both naked. Raw.

He joined me in the bed that we have shared for years and held me tenderly. As I lay my head against his impressive chest, I could hear his heartbeat and felt his strength. It was the strength of a man who does not want to let go.

Every breath sent shivers through my body.  Every caress of his hands made my aching erection scream towards climax.  He knew exactly how to touch me.  He knew exactly where to stroke, with the right speed for the right moment.

He then lied on top of me and gave me a deep, passionate kiss until he brought me into a shuddering orgasm. His touch continued to be perfect. Soon, he sprayed stream after stream of his hot cum.

I felt like we were connected more intimately than ever.

We continued to kiss. I want to have all of his essence. He wanted more of mine. After the intense exchange of love and lust, we were both spent.  We drifted into a peaceful sleep content in each other's arms.

I often dream of such a perfect union between us. But then, beneath the warm, almost hot, spray of water in the gym shower, I woke up from my trance with tears from eyes knowing that the realization of this dream is like finding a needle in a haystack.

We parted ways 3 weeks ago and I’m afraid that’s it.

Elevator Blues

Hapon na nang ako'y nagising.

Alam kong hapon na dahil di na mainit na liwanag ang pumapasok sa aking bintana. Nagaaway ang dilaw at pulang sinag ng araw ang tumatagos at gumagapang sa loob ng aking kwarto.

Okay lang naman. Sabado ngayon at walang pasok.

Bumangon ako at nagtimpla ng kape. Habang dahan dahan kong pinaiikot ang kutsarita sa mainit na tinimpla, humarap ako sa bintana at masayang pinanood and dahang dahang paglubog ng araw at paghalik nito sa malawak na karagatan. Naisip ko, pagkaganda-gandang tignan ng araw sa dapit hapon.

Nang matapos kong mainom ang ginawa kong kape, bumalik ako sa kusina at marahang inilagay sa lababo ang tasa. Sa sahig, tinali ko ang "bag" na naglalaman nang aking basura at dinala ito sa labas ng kwarto ko para maitapon. Mabilis akong nagsuot ng sando dahil kailangan ko pang bumaba ng isang palapag para maitapon sa "garbage chute" ang basura kong dala.

Sira ang "garbage shoot" sa "floor" namin kaya kailangang umakyat o bumaba ng isang palapag para maitapon ang aming basura. Dahil isang palapag lang naman ang aking bababain, di na ako sumakay ng elevator at pinili kong gamitin na lang ang "service stairs".

Nagpo-protestang umiyak ang kina-kalawang na pintuan ng "garbage shoot" ng ito ay binuksan. Ganun din ang paglalangit-ngit nito matapos siyang gamitin at isara. Nakasalubong ko ang huling gumamit ng "garbage shoot" sa mahabang daan ng kanilang palapag. At ng kami na ay magkaharap, kami ay nagkatanginan na tila bang may binabangit sa isat-isa. Gusto ko sanang hawakan siya, kausapin ngunit hawak ko ang mabigat na itim na plastic ng basura kaya wala akong nagawa kundi maglakad ng diretso at panoorin siyang lumayo.

Isinara ko ang pinto ng aking unit pero di ang isip sa lalaking nakasalubong. Pinilit na tinapos ang binabasang libro pero walang pumapasok sa isip kundi ang mga mata ng nasa ibabang palapag. Huminto na lang ako sa pagbabasa at bumalik ulit sa tapat ng bintana kasabay ng pagbukas ng isang malamig na serbesa. Pinanood kong lumubog ang araw hangang lamunin siya ng dagat upang magbigay daan sa paglabas ng buwan at mga bituin sa pusod ng langit.

Muli ko pa ba siyang makikita?

Makaaraan ang isang oras. Nasa harap na ako ng elevator at inaayos ang suot kong polo. Mula sa isa sa mga kalapit na unit sa floor ko, tumutugtog nang pagkalakas-lakas ang "Ships" ni Barry Manilow... "We're still here. It's just that we're out of sight. Like those ships that pass in the night...". Naiisip ko, kailangan kong lumabas, kailangan kong gumala... kailangan ko ito.

Bumaba na ang elevator ilang segundo pagkatapos kong pumasok… at ilang segundo ulit ang nagdaan ng ito ay muling bumukas.

Mabilis siyang pumasok sa loob ng maliit na kahong bakal. May mga tao na sa loob ng elevator. Isang babae at lalake na magkaholding hands... at sa likod nila, ako. "Uhm, hello." marahan niyang nabangit bago pumuwesto sa kabilang kanto ng likod ng elevator.

"Hello," Sagot ko naman.

Makintab ang mga bakal na pader ng elevator. Kitang-kita mo ang repleksyon ng lahat ng nasa loob. Ang magkahawak na kamay nung dalawa sa harapan namin, ang malaking mukha ni "Mickey Mouse" sa itim na tshirt nang lalaki, ang naguumbukang dib-dib nang babae... at ang marahang pagtitinginan naming dalawa sa apat na nagkikintabang pader ng bumababang sasakyan.

Bumukas ang pinto ng elevator at lumabas na ang mag-syota sa "6th floor"

5...

4...

3...

2...

"Sylvan." "Sean."

Sabay naming nasambit ang aming mga pangalan kalakip ang nagtatamisang ngiti.

Free Rapid HIV Testing – Quick and Confidential Results

While the rest of the world mourns the first decade of the twin destruction of the World Trade Center in New York last Sunday, I remembered my own ground zero moment (I just broke up with Mavié) by going to the free HIV confidential counseling and testing event sponsored by the LOVE YOURSELF PROJECT.

We were together for the last year and 2 months and I trust him enough (much to my dismay) to do the nasties bareback. When I found out that he was cheating, I figured, I should better get myself checked.

And checked I did that day plus more…

I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t even know where the testing center was. The thing that really had me fished and reeled to this event was that it’s going to be performed on a discreet place.

 When I got there, I got myself checked in on the registration. Then it was followed by a focus group discussion led by a peer educator then the actual blood extraction and test squeezed in between the pre-test and post-test  analysis by a license doctor.

I can say that I’m pretty well-informed as far as HIV / AIDS and Sexually Transmitted Infections (STI’s) are concerned however, the knowledge I got on the focus group discussion really got my STI education matriculate big time. That alone was already worth spending my whole afternoon for.

Another thing that I notice is the warmth and friendliness of the people organizing this initiative. I really felt taken care of.

The fact that the result was favorable was also something to rejoice.

Anyway, I encourage everyone to take the test, discreet testing centers or not, so here is a repost of a Manila Gay Guy (Migs) Original Blog. If I here another testing soon, I’ll definitely have it posted.

Again, protect yourself. Take the test.

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A member of the new group Take The Test Inc. sent the following information – I’m posting this for those who would like to have their FREE HIV test and get the results quickly:

MANILA

a. Manila Social Hygiene Clinic (near SM San Lazaro / Tayuman / San Lazaro Hospital..) Mondays to Fridays only 8am-2pm – results after 30 mins

QUEZON CITY

a. Batasan Social Hygiene Clinic (near Batasan..) Mondays to Fridays only 8am-2pm – results after 20-30 mins

b. Proj. 7 Social Hygiene Clinic (Bansalangin St. Teachers Village near SM North) Monday to Friday only 8am-3pm – results after 20-30 mins

c. Bernardo Social Hygiene Clinic ( at the back of Ramon Magsaysay High School, CUBAO) Monday to Friday 8am-3pm – results after 20-30 mins

PASAY

a. Pasay Social Hygiene Clinic (Pasay City Hall – Mon – Thurs 9am to 11am only) – results in the afternoon

CALOOCAN

a. Caloocan Social Hygiene Clinic (Caloocan City Hall – Monday TO Friday only 8am-3pm) – results after 20-30 mins

And a gentle reminder — if you do not want to go alone, why not tag along a friend. Or, if you’re scared, talk to Jake (monkeyboy589@yahoo.com) he’s willing to accompany you through the process.

Salted Tea

Jacob met Patrick at a party.

Jacob was good looking and there were many guys oogling at his stunning features during the party to validate his godliness. On the other hand, Patrick was a commoner and he might as well be invisible as nobody bothered to notice him.

At the end of the party, Patrick, drunk, invited him to have coffee with him. Jacob was surprised but Patrick was very polite and unlike, the other stunning guys on the party, he felt Patrick's sincerity and accepted the offer. They went in a nearby coffee shop and sat at one of the table set outside. He ordered tea while Jacob paid for a tall espresso. In front of royalty, the commoner was too nervous to say anything.

Uncomfortable and bored, Jacob is starting to regret that he accepted Patrick's offer. 

Suddenly, Patrick asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my tea."

Jacob at him for his strange request! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his tea and drank it.

Curious, Jacob asked,  "Why do you add salt to your tea?"

He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea. I liked playing in the sea where I could feel the taste of the sea which is just like the taste of the salty tea. Now every time I have the salty tea, I always think of my childhood and my hometown. I miss my hometown so much. I miss my parents who are still living there."

While saying that, tears filled his eyes. Jacob was deeply touched. That must have been his true feelings from the bottom of his heart. A man who can express his homesickness must be a man who loves home, cares about home and takes responsibility of his home... Then Jacob also started to talk about his faraway hometown, his childhood and his family.

That was a really nice talk and also a beautiful beginning to their story. They continued to date. Jacob found that Patrick was actually a man who meets all his criteria of a good partner; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm and careful. He was such a good person and Jacob almost missed him! Luckily, his salty tea brought them together! and they lived a happy life together... And every time Jacob made tea for him, he put some salt in it as he knew that's the way he liked it.

After more than half a decade, tragedy struck the loving couple. Patrick was killed in an accident weeks before their seventh anniversary and while cleaning the condominium they shared, Jacob saw a letter addressed to him which has a date of what could have been their 7th anniversary.

The letter said,

"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you - the salty tea. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous that I actually wanted some sugar but I said salt. It was hard for me to change what I said so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times, but I was too afraid to do that as I have promised not to lie to you about anything… I'm writing this letter to you to tell you how much I love you and how much I am ashamed of keeping this lie to you.

To tell you the truth my love, I don't like the strange bad taste of salty tea... But I have had salty tea for since I knew you, I never felt sorry for anything I had ever done for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness throughout my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I would still want to know you and be with you for my whole life even though I would have to drink the salty tea everyday."

Jacob tears made the letter totally wet.

One day, someone asked him, "What's the taste of salty tea?"

He replied, "It's sweet."

Gym Rants: The Good, The Bad and The Fugly 3

Read the FIRST part here.
Read the SECOND part here.

I stayed in the steam room and hoped that Mr Fugly left the gym already. And just when I thought Mr. Fugly is gone, the steam room door opened. I didn’t know who it was initially because I had my eyes closed. I thought it was Mr Fugly but when I opened my eyes and looked at the guy, it was Mr Good in all of his hotness smiling at me.

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Mr Good sat in front of me. Boy was he hot!!! I can’t get my eyes off of him. He is the person I wanna be with and with a body I wanna have.

He sat in front of me still flashing his heavenly smile with a hint of devilish grin. I’m like a moth infatuatedly fascinated by the flickering tongue of the candle light. One small mistake and crashing and burning is a certainty.

Our eyes were locked at each other like we were studying each other’s features. I wanna looked at his body and the bulge between his two legs but there something in his eyes that kept me mesmerized. Neither of us looked at anything else but the contours of our faces even after the door opened and someone entered.

Enter Mr Bad and out goes my visual battle with Mr Good for psychological supremacy.

I saw how Mr Bad eyed Mr Good and understood why he sat in front of Mr Good and a few feet away from me. Mr Good looked at him and looked back at me, I looked at him with raised eyebrows and looked back at Mr Good. Then our conversation started to get serious.

Mr Good stood up and approached me. He offered a hand and said “Hi!”

Now it’s my time to smile. I took his hand and we exchange pleasantries after that while Mr Bad watch in envy. I learned he’s an account executive while doing freelance modelling on the side. I shared that I’m a Quality Analyst (doing my boyfriend on the side).

Mr Good asked me if he could speak to me frankly. I said, "sure". He explained to me that he was attracted to me and that he had been since the first time he had noticed me at the gym some time before I noticed him. Hoah! Talk about a major esteem boost.

I admit. I felt a slight tingle in my crotch but I knew that’s a line I wouldn’t cross. He did stroke my ego... the only thing he would get his hands on that day.

When Mr Bad heard me tell Mr Good I’m already taken, Mr Bad decided to be more aggressive. He stood up and went in front of us and decided to show his moves. He flexed, he touched, he looked, he licked his lips... it was a show....

The moment he sat and rubbed his crotch, which is at least 6 inches semi-hard already, in front of us, I went out. I am gay and no doubt Mr Bad is hot but I know he’s exhibitions were not meant for me and so I left before the heat gets into my head and I decide to “play” with Mr Good so that Mr Bad can watch our desires envelopes our towelled body in envy. Before I left, I smiled at Mr Good and said with undeniable sincerity, “All yours.” and called it a day.

Surprisingly, Mr Good went out after me, I guess it’s not his cup of tea too. We went out of the gym together and had a great conversation before we went our separate ways at the Bus stop. (He’s from Las Piñas and I’m from Kalookan).

Mr Fugly still cruises up to this date. I rarely saw Mr Bad work out in that branch again. Mr Good and I became gym buddies. He never tried to hit on me again.