Friday, July 1, 2011

bath house memories

im finally reading mcvie's the wet book (sorry, mcvie!) i have this huge backlog of books to read. and only recently have i started working on that. i just finished 'chronicles of e'. and now, reading 'the wet book' has given me wet memories of my bath house experiences.

which are not much. going to the bath house was not really my scene much. id visit bath houses when i travel abroad. but here, it aint on my list of hook-up venues. i guess because hooking up is a bit too easy there. i like the thrill of flirting and hooking up in more public places. there is more excitement and fulfilment, actually, of the chase in the gym, the mall, on the street.

but ive visited the bath houses here in manila, particularly club bath and fahrenheit. and my experiences have been generally satisfactory.

i remember one time i was soooo drunk and horny, coming from drinking over at butterfly bar. i just suddenly decided to go to fahrenheit. the alcohol in my blood was also pumping my horniness.

i was literally walking with a swagger, i remember. i must have been a sight, not a pretty one i guess. my vision was spinning as i clumsily made my way to the locker area. and i couldnt even figure out how to open the darn lock. nice person beside me helped.

i stripped naked. not caring anymore if people were looking or not. (ordinarily i would have been quite modest and shy!). i went to the shower area to try to wash off the alcohol effects. i must have stood there extra-ordinarily long. and soon, i felt hands groping me. more hands. tongue on my nipples. somebody was grabbing me from behind and licking my neck. then i felt someone's mouth over my hard cock.

i was so fucking drunk and just enjoying it. i didnt even bother to check how the guys looked. i just closed my eyes and allowed them to ravage (!) me. there must have been at least two guys, maybe three there. and i might have been watched by others. fuck. i didnt care. no, actually, i was really turned on at this point. i had this picture of me in my mind, drunk and spaced out with people all over me.

i came over someone, as i was being held from behind. and when i was done, i just excused myself and went to other shower stall to wash off. again, i didnt want to look at the guys who did me. i didnt want to ruin my fantasy.

i quickly showered, dressed up and left, a bit more sober now. and headed for the exit.

yeah, talk about a quick fix. done in 30 mins!


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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

about THAT fabcast

we have been getting a lot of feedback from that Q&A part 4 fabcast, both positive and negative. and it has spawned comments and even blogposts, again both positive and negative! nothing like a controversial topic to become a lightning rod of sorts!

siyempre, makikisawsaw rin ako! and it starts with...

dear boyshiatsu,

salamat sa iyong pakikilahok sa aming talkayan! kababasa ko pa lang ng iyong post tungkol dito, na ginamitan mo ng napaka-creative na handle, ang Misa! bilib ako sa iyo!

nalungkot naman ako na mas lalo kang nabaliw dahil sa aming fabcast. baliw naman talaga kami! lol pero seriously, nagulat ako dun sa feedback na 'feeling na nabastos ka'. alam kong di namin sinadyang mambastos ng kahit sino, lalong lalo na ang isang listener/reader. kung ganun man ang dating, ako ay humihingi ng paumanhin.

sa tanong mo lumabas ang katotohanan na ang mga bading ay hindi nagkakaisa sa mga pananaw. kung ang hinahangad mo sa tanong na iyon ay mapulsuhan ang sankabadingan, marahil ang nakuha mong boses ay marami at magkakaiba. ganun talaga, kahit sa pagkaliit-liit na lupon ng Fabcasters at peanut gallery! iba't-iba ang aming mga background, mga current situation. yun na rin ang pinanggagalingan ng aming masigabong talakayan sa bawat fabcast.

ako, wala akong patumangging gumamit ng sex worker. at talaga namang napakinapabangan ko na ang marami-raming sex worker. mula sa therapist na dyakol lang ang serbis, hanggang sa mga indie actor na all the way. nagkaroon na rin ako ng lover na dating sex worker. at di malayong isipin na mahulog ang loob ko sa isang taong mabait, mapagmahal at sex worker on the side.

ngunit sinang-ayunan ko si migs nung fabcast. dahil naintindihan ko ang kanyang pinanggalingan. at aaminin ko rin na kahit ganun ako ka-liberal minded sa mga sex workers, di ko maaalis na magkakaroon ng ibang kulay ang aking pananaw pag nalaman kong sex work ang ginagawa ng isang tao, kahit isang saglit lang ng pagkukulay.

ang pakiramdam ko, yun lang naman ang gusto ni migs na lumabas mula sa mga fabcasters. ang tanggapin na kahit kaunti, may pagbabago o nagkakaroon ng ibang kulay ang pananaw ng taong binansagan na 'sex worker'. ngunit sadya ring hindi pala ganun. para sa iba sa amin, walang bahid sa pagkatao ang trabahong sex work.

boyshiatsu, malawak ang mundo ng bading. kahit na tayong mga bading ay biktima ng diskriminasyon at bias, makakatagpo ka pa rin ng mga bading na may angking diskriminasyon sa ibang bading. ngunit sa bawat matagpuan mong ganung bading, marahil mas marami ang malawak ang pang-unawa. at sadyang tatanggapin ka bilang ikaw, at iyong 'sideline' ay walang kinalaman sa kanilang pakikitungo sa iyo.

ang hangad ko para sa iyo ay kapayapaan sa iyong mga lifechoices. at kalakip nito ang self-respect. tulad na rin ng salitang pinaglilinayan mo sa blogpost mo - rispeto. rispeto sa sarili ang puno't dulo.

cc




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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Entitlement

This has become such a bad word. Especially when 'demanding' good service.' You would think in this customer-centric world that good service is a foregone conclusion. But it isn't. Yes, there are industries where competition is tough and 'good service' is a baseline expectation. But ordinary retail outlets, mom & pop stores unfortunately do not always practice such as a credo.

So are you 'entitled' to good service? Depends on the industry. Depends on the circumstances. This reminds me of airline story. An FA (flight attendant) acquaintance of ours tells of the story of this Pinay be-ach in Business Class scolding the crew for being noisy. She was just giving everybody a good dress-down, expecting so much from them since she was in 'business class'. In retaliation, the crew did some pretty nasty things covertly. To her food. No, I won't get into any gross details. She felt entitled to 'good service' as she defined it. And she demanded it. And boy, did she get what she more than what she bargained for.

So now I watch my words when 'expecting' good service. Restaurants, bars. But then again, how will they learn to professionalize if you don't speak your mind out? I guess it will always be a case of exercising maximum tolerance first. Then exercise tact and judgment even if you are just fuming mad inside.

But what about employees? Shouldn't one expect good performance of duties and responsibilities since you are actually 'paying' labor wages? Why is it that when I was ranting about help and employees, some condemned me for being such an entitlted be-acH? I certainy do not agree. This is where I draw the line. Good performance must be demanded of employees. The salary must be earned well. Attention must be called to failure to perform satisfactorily. Of course, tact and judgment should still be used in correcting and penalizing.

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Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Q&A Fabcast 2

this time, listener rocky posts the question related coming out. i won't preempt. :-D
















Download this fabcast (right click and save)

this is interesting because the Fabcasters represent different levels of being out there.

“Pumped Up Kicks” by Foster The People
“I’m Coming Out” by Diana Ross
“Lazy Calm” by Cocteau Twins
“I Am What I Am” by Gloria’s House

Thursday, June 23, 2011

quickie KL

now waiting for my ride from the hotel to airport here in kuala lumpur. its been decades since ive been here. a lot more modern and upscale now.

they look like there is a lot of disposable income.

the fountain below, at bukit bintang, i found quite original. oriental bowls as bases!


tried to squeeze a visit to the petronas twin towers. but was aghast when i saw this queue at 10am



ended up shopping at the mall there, suriya klcc. pretty big and high-end. finally found the luggage ive been looking for. more of that on another post.

the new airport structure is also impressive. spotlessly clean. nice layout. but the terminal duty free shopping is so limited. i hope they take their cue from changi, or even bangkok, for a better shopping experience!

as for the eye candy... surprisingly i noticed pleasant looking guys in the malls! some of them look like they have south asian blood. and a few hunks, too.

no, this post does not end with a quickie with malaysian. :-) it ends with a note that id like to come back and see more of malaysia.

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Sunday, June 19, 2011

Plugging

My friend Legal Eagle launched his blog recently. Diehard tennis fans, give myballsmyballs a read! Amazing how he can dissect, analyze the sport into smithereens! hehe Seriously, this is one guy who is into Tennis A LOT. His blog promises to also feature other "balls". Coming from him, that should mean a lot of posts cumming! LOL

Congratulations, Legal Eagle!