fag you

i am gay. i look one. and believe me, i still look feminine even if i shave my head and grow beard.

gay branding was common since i was 10(?). it is (not was) deafening but i thanked God. He gave me a slim pair of (hairless) legs, skinny hollywood construct and a female face. less the curves and boobs and plus the dangling bells - pity me, i remained gay. and i have lived with it. but more different than the third wave.

i live with it with more feminine privileges: 1. i drew laughter in just being one; 2. girl-friends; 3. trust from girl-friends' fathers on night-outs because i am simply harmless on their views; 4. undisturbed sleep on night roadtrips, where men are forced to step out the bus for military checks; 5. 2 baggage line options in airports for faster entry; 6. of course, the classic gentleman's offer in public places including jeepneys. eat your heart out, boys and girls and thirdies. but i am chuckling in every privilege i get from your branding.

wish i am gay, until i realized i am hallucinating. :))

i am keeping though my slim-fitting pink striped long sleeve polo, gay acts and the crispy funny tag on me by Pami, Farah, Anabel, Chelyn and my other girl-friends - hoy! igat/bayot/uwagan.

so go on! spread this disclosure. even distribute a blogprint.

i definitely have my last good laugh. hahahahahaha