May 22 2018. It’s your Nth birthday. Honestly I stop counting your age and the years when you finally say #goodbye. But I won’t forget your birthday until the day when I say “Hi Ma, kumusta?”
I stop myself in writing melodramatic messages yesterday, knowing that there are no #instagram, #facebook or any social media sites in heaven. It’s crazy, you can’t even read it so why bother. Instead, I kept myself busy. Trying to get through the day. But my plan is a huge #failure. Cause here I am, writing messages that you won’t be able to read.
I miss you Mama. Sobra! I miss talking to you every single day. Sometimes I caught myself counting the days and hours … wishing my day ends and looking forward to see you again. I miss you mama.
You’re the only person I could talk to about my frustrations and aspirations. I could run to whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on. You’re the only person I could be honest with my feelings. The only person who knew me inside out. The world may judge and throw things at me but I kept myself strong enough to keep me sane. Not everyone knew me and it’s a lonely place to live in. Sometimes I kept on thinking that I’m worthless with the things they say behind my back but I guess – this is what I deserve. This is my kind of hell.
Mama… I’m sorry if I had disappointed you in all aspects of my decision making. I know I’m not the son you wish you had. I’m a huge disappointment. I hate the fact that I can’t give you the grandchildren you dreamt of. I can’t even find a partner of my own who can love me of who and what I am. I guess this face .. a face that only mothers could love.
But I tried to be a better person. Even if I can’t face another day, I tried to wake up and fight for my everyday battle. My sister, niece and nephew may need me and I wanted to make sure that I’m strong enough when they run to me. I hide behind the mask. Behind it … I’m also trying to fight my own demons. I need help. I needed someone who could understand me and listen. Just simply listen to me. Mama… when will you knock on my door and bring me with you.
I miss you mama. I bought you a cake. I’ll eat the rest of it and cry in silence
Why do we celebrate #pridemonth ?
Hit back by asking “straight people should be thankful they don’t need one”. The #pride month roots back from the oppressive Civil Rights Movement. There were “Annual Reminder” marches as early as 1965, which were meant to be a public reminder that the #LGBT community didn’t enjoy the same basic civil rights as other people. But the watershed moment of the modern pride movement is widely considered the #Stonewall Riots. In the 1960s, due to laws prohibiting public sexuality, there were limited options for #queer folk and raids of #gay and #lesbian establishments were common.
During 80s and early 90s, the only local gay icon I know is Pacifica Falayfay. Dolphy’s iconic performance has ticked the Filipino gay character as #parlorista with a heart of gold. Though his moving performance has paved the way to bring #LGBTQ issues, there is more to #gaylife aside from what I see in theaters.
I stand strongly to my sexuality and if #millenialpink does not understand our #hugot due to”generation gap”… then let me simply say …
“You won’t enjoy the #liberty to shout out your feelings to the world without the #thunderbeki who fought for you basic rights to #love and #expressyourself . #respect
#lgbt🌈 #lgbtpride #queerasfolk #labanbading #bading #bakla #shokla #rainbowbattle #rainbow #gaylife #gaypride #lovewins #baklaako #gaylifematters<<
do you still remember this Hanford billboard in Edsa that features hunk-a-licious
i bet you do especially if your actually working in Makati and the usual mode of local transportation that you use back and forth is the ever-reliable super congested Metro Rail Transit! You’ll never miss it especially if your coming from Guadalupe area and you’r going to North Edsa – it’s at the left hand side part of the river. You will also see his billboard along NLEX. There’s a huge Handford Billboard near Eternal Gardens.
Honestly I don’t like the first wave of their ad campaign when they started installing this huge tarpaulin. Its horrifying!! Whoever the photographer or the graphic artist who created the billboard should be FIRED! Or better yet, hang them at Plaza Noli and throw rocks on them for bad taste! It did not give Dennis Trillo any justice at all. He looks like an endorser of “chin chan su” rather than the brief itself. His face is beaming with too much powder that transcends cheap and low quality product. Hanford itself has a bad reputation amongst its target market. I don’t personally buy it since personifies my fathers taste in terms of style and the “kargadors choice” amongst local brands. The style is so stiff, bland and so outdated.
Good thing they started to think on what they had presented with the public. I bet when they hired Dennis Trillo as its latest endorser, they would like get a wider reach and take a portion of Bench target market by pulling the G-strings of the gay market. And so they come up with a better lay-out