Mr. G's Spot

Note: Last July 26, 2005, I wrote this article in my hotel room somewhere in Mindanao . I had nothing to do since I was booked at the hotel far from the downtown, so I thought that jotting my thoughts would be more productive than going out and go malling. I also thought that, finally, I have to break my silence from this group and contribute to sharing of thoughts and feelings , which this group is meant to be. Moreover, I deem that this is a very good prelude to my next article. I was so annoyed (or have become so mad, rather) by the fact that I could not continue writing my next story! The laptop which I have been using needed some repair and I have to transfer all the documents I have stored in it, including my story: “Ang Lalaki sa Balon ”. It would have been a very good story to share. The diskette where I stored my article screwed up. Who would not get mad? I was about to end the story! I mulled over the thought of rewriting it but I just do not have the energy to do it all...

Sigmund Freud, Image via Wikipedia I CONSIDER myself to be an adventurer . Not on the physical side. I am a seeker, an adventurer in my mind. There are a lot of things I have written, mostly based on experience but I would still like the idea of writing that is coming from sheer imagination and mind travels into the world that belongs to us— gays . Now that I have not been active living a gay life, I just content myself with some simple imaginings only I could explore and dreams I could cherish and dwell upon. I dreamt of actually hooking up with a hunky and handsome taxi driver, who happens to be a gaybar ledge dancer at night, and of course paying him hefty sum good for one hour of sheer earthly pleasure. One night, I dreamt of being so jealous of the man who happens to be an ex of my supposedly girlfriend , only to find out that he is one hell of a ruggedly handsome hunk. I begun to hate him for he keeps on teasing me and he knows my girlfriend and that we would not last...