Pandemic really tilted the balance of the globe. "One virus to crush them all" said a padawan. As everything and everyone is going back to normal... there are memories you remember and makes you ponder... Can I still do it?
11.05.2022
10.22.2015
my lips are sealed.....
my lips are still sore- a remembrance of a once steamy afternoon delight
-just like that!
It happened on a Friday morning 6am to be exact. I was supposed to meet a booty call and it turned out not-that-great. A regular kid with nothing to do. He was a bum. He was just there for the free stuff. As socially active as I am....
fine.....
as drunkard as I am, we resorted to a drinking-spree instead. As I mentioned he was a kid and I am no minor-savoring-prick. We had a couple of laughs and a bucketful of drinks. I invited a friend over and the socialization began. Tipsy, horny and flirty as my nature calls me- the next table kept on ogling and was sending mixed signals. Flirt as I maybe, I let my friend do the talking. The outcome was painstakingly easy.
We had them at hello. Five of them actually. Invited them for a couple of bottles more. The kid I was to chew? I ditched him all the way. He was of no profit anyways. So cutting the story quick: 3 out of 5 was dead on arrival, and the 2 kept hangin' on.
One of which was a family man: wife, 2 kids, a good family and a very promising career with a leading sabaw Telecom in the country. A Network Engineer by profession. Young, tall and dark.
Straight. Sabi niya.
He is clear and certain of that.
Blame it on the social lubricant. All became blurry.
Everything became a WAS.
We made out.
I kissed him hard. He kissed me back.
Callously. Marring my lips. Everything didn't matter anymore. I was transfixed. Half of me wanna ask but half of me hushed me with lust and desire.
Drowned, dazed but not utterly confused.
Reality came back to me.I got caught in between. Confusion or not.
I am from a shattered menage and it wasn't a cher sight.
I left.
-just like that!
-just like that!
It happened on a Friday morning 6am to be exact. I was supposed to meet a booty call and it turned out not-that-great. A regular kid with nothing to do. He was a bum. He was just there for the free stuff. As socially active as I am....
fine.....
as drunkard as I am, we resorted to a drinking-spree instead. As I mentioned he was a kid and I am no minor-savoring-prick. We had a couple of laughs and a bucketful of drinks. I invited a friend over and the socialization began. Tipsy, horny and flirty as my nature calls me- the next table kept on ogling and was sending mixed signals. Flirt as I maybe, I let my friend do the talking. The outcome was painstakingly easy.
We had them at hello. Five of them actually. Invited them for a couple of bottles more. The kid I was to chew? I ditched him all the way. He was of no profit anyways. So cutting the story quick: 3 out of 5 was dead on arrival, and the 2 kept hangin' on.
One of which was a family man: wife, 2 kids, a good family and a very promising career with a leading sabaw Telecom in the country. A Network Engineer by profession. Young, tall and dark.
Straight. Sabi niya.
He is clear and certain of that.
Blame it on the social lubricant. All became blurry.
Everything became a WAS.
We made out.
I kissed him hard. He kissed me back.
Callously. Marring my lips. Everything didn't matter anymore. I was transfixed. Half of me wanna ask but half of me hushed me with lust and desire.
Drowned, dazed but not utterly confused.
Reality came back to me.I got caught in between. Confusion or not.
I am from a shattered menage and it wasn't a cher sight.
I left.
-just like that!
Never thinking, never pondering just expecting repercussions.
I have transfixed a certain notion that straights have their own agenda and queers have theirs too.
Right! Tags are inevitable and a fact is strong, labels are gonna be labels nothing more nothing else. But a cross-over? I guess yes. More or less a facade. What your mouth blabs does not necessarily coincides what your heart utters. I for one, as fickle-minded as I am, hides what I feel by saying something stupid and outrageous to divert a fact thus becoming a hoax!
Right! Tags are inevitable and a fact is strong, labels are gonna be labels nothing more nothing else. But a cross-over? I guess yes. More or less a facade. What your mouth blabs does not necessarily coincides what your heart utters. I for one, as fickle-minded as I am, hides what I feel by saying something stupid and outrageous to divert a fact thus becoming a hoax!
9.02.2014
Designers and you
Ever wondered how to pronounce designer labels without making
a fool out of yourself?
Practice makes perfect. You don’t need to be a genius, you
just gotta be aware how to say it.
Some maybe a tongue twister but some are “a-ha!” moment
anna swee | Anna Sui
ann de-mule-eh-meester | Ann Demeulemeester
azz-eh-deen ah-lie-ah | Azzedine Alaia
badge-lee meesh-kah | Badgley Mischka
bah-len-see-ah-gah | Balenciaga
bahl-mahhhhn | Balmain
bow-tay-guh vah-netta | Bottega Veneta
Christian Lacroix: christian luh-kwa
Christian Louboutin: christian loo-boo-tan
Comme des Garçons: comb dey gah-sown
Dolce & Gabbana: dol-chey and gab-ana
Dries Van Noten: drees van know-ten
Gareth Pugh: gareth pew
Giambattista Valli: gee-am-bah-tease-ta vah-lee
Gianfranco Ferre: gee-ahn-franco feh-ray
Givenchy: zjee-von-shee
Hermès: er-mez
Hervé Léger: air-vay lay-jah
Hussein Chalayan: hoo-sane sha-lion
Issey Miyake: iss-ee mee-yah-key
Jean Paul Gaultier: zhon paul go-tee-ay
Junya Watanabe: jun-yah wat-an-ah-bey
Kinder Aggugini: kinder ag-ooh-gee-nee
Lanvin: lahn-vahn
Loewe: loh-wev-eh
Louis Vuitton: loo-wee vwee-tahn
L'Wren Scott: la-ren scott
Maison Martin Margiela: may-sohn martin mar-jhell-ah
Marchesa: mar-kay-sah
Mary Katrantzou: mary cat-trant-zoo
Miu Miu: mew-mew
Monique Lhuillier: monique le-hu-lee-ay
Moschino: mos-key-no
Olivier Theyskens: oh-liv-ee-ay tay-skins
Proenza Schouler: pro-en-zuh skool-er
Rochas: row-shahs
Rodarte: row-dar-tay
Roksanda Ilincic: roksanda ill-in-chik
Salvatore Ferragamo: sal-vah-tor-re fer-ra-gah-moh
Sonia Rykiel: sewn-yah ree-key-el
Thakoon: tah-koon
Versace: vur-sah-chee
Yves Saint Laurent: eve san lau-ron
Yohji Yamamoto: yoh-jee yam-ah-mo-to
ann de-mule-eh-meester | Ann Demeulemeester
azz-eh-deen ah-lie-ah | Azzedine Alaia
badge-lee meesh-kah | Badgley Mischka
bah-len-see-ah-gah | Balenciaga
bahl-mahhhhn | Balmain
bow-tay-guh vah-netta | Bottega Veneta
Christian Lacroix: christian luh-kwa
Christian Louboutin: christian loo-boo-tan
Comme des Garçons: comb dey gah-sown
Dolce & Gabbana: dol-chey and gab-ana
Dries Van Noten: drees van know-ten
Gareth Pugh: gareth pew
Giambattista Valli: gee-am-bah-tease-ta vah-lee
Gianfranco Ferre: gee-ahn-franco feh-ray
Givenchy: zjee-von-shee
Hermès: er-mez
Hervé Léger: air-vay lay-jah
Hussein Chalayan: hoo-sane sha-lion
Issey Miyake: iss-ee mee-yah-key
Jean Paul Gaultier: zhon paul go-tee-ay
Junya Watanabe: jun-yah wat-an-ah-bey
Kinder Aggugini: kinder ag-ooh-gee-nee
Lanvin: lahn-vahn
Loewe: loh-wev-eh
Louis Vuitton: loo-wee vwee-tahn
L'Wren Scott: la-ren scott
Maison Martin Margiela: may-sohn martin mar-jhell-ah
Marchesa: mar-kay-sah
Mary Katrantzou: mary cat-trant-zoo
Miu Miu: mew-mew
Monique Lhuillier: monique le-hu-lee-ay
Moschino: mos-key-no
Olivier Theyskens: oh-liv-ee-ay tay-skins
Proenza Schouler: pro-en-zuh skool-er
Rochas: row-shahs
Rodarte: row-dar-tay
Roksanda Ilincic: roksanda ill-in-chik
Salvatore Ferragamo: sal-vah-tor-re fer-ra-gah-moh
Sonia Rykiel: sewn-yah ree-key-el
Thakoon: tah-koon
Versace: vur-sah-chee
Yves Saint Laurent: eve san lau-ron
Yohji Yamamoto: yoh-jee yam-ah-mo-to
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