Monday, January 1, 2018

Of closets and heartaches

I broke up with him. I called off our nearly five-year relationship. This blog has been a witness to how we started. This blog was created the time I met him and most of my entries are about him. I had my Facebook account for my political, irreligious, and not-so-personal rants. This blog was for him. I had this vision when we grow old together, we can look back at my blog and see how things were from my perspective. I guess, we can never do that now.

Anyway, actually, we rarely have problems. The relationship was pretty much smooth-sailing as far as I can remember. Except for one thing. The world where our relationship exists only have the two of us. I was never introduced to his friends nor his family. We've been together for five years and I don't know exactly where he lives nor where he works. I don't know the company name he works for. I've only seen pictures of his friends and family. You see, he's closeted. I dated a closeted 37-year old guy. He has several friends who know his sexual preference but I don't know who they are nor do they know that I exist.

You might think, "You're trying to be hetero-normative." but what I really want is functional. I really wanted to move things forward. Five years yun e. Ano ba naman yung five years, diba? Aren't we supposed to be making plans about living together. Building a family of our own (it doesn't have to have kids but rather being recognized as a unit by our respective families). I was so sure of him. I was ready to propose. To tell him, "Hey, let's spend an eternity together." Then, I hesitated. If we live together, who should I contact in case there's a health emergency? What if he's together with his family and something happens, how do I know that something actually happened? How would his family reach me? I cannot live together with someone (oh my god) I barely knew.

I told him that three years ago. That I wanted to meet some of his friends and if possible his family. He said he can't introduce me. We broke up for a few months because of that. "Hindi ko talaga kaya," he said. Still, I reached out to him. I went back to him. I rekindled our relationship. I was the one who fought for the relationship and I was glad we got back together. He told me, "Ipapakilala rin kita next year."

The next year came, I asked him if he has plans how I can meet whoever he wants me to meet. I highlighted it doesn't have to be family. That I understand his situation. Unfortunately, I only got a sad reply and he told me he's not ready. Next year, maybe.

Three years, I waited. Five years into the relationship. I've been dropping hints. I have been helping him gain courage. I introduced him to friends, workmates, and family. He was included in my sister's birthday celebration and my brother's party for passing the board exams. He was invited during my travels with my office mates and he was warmly welcomed. My mother even asked him to be with us during my parents' wedding anniversary. When I extended the invitation, he irritably told me, "Kailangan ba talaga ako roon?"

So, our dates would usually consist of us two only. For five years, every week only us two. I felt like I went back to the closet but this time it was not my closet but his. I felt suffocated. I felt trapped. I wanted out.

So after three years of asking, nearly five years into the relationship, I asked him again, "Ipapakilala mo ako? Kahit sa isang friend lang?"

"Oo, pero di ko kaya ngayon."

I snapped. I know we have our own pace but isn't five years enough? Shouldn't five years have already given him the courage to at least let me meet his friends who knew of his preference? What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with me? Pangit ba ako? Bobo ba ako? Hindi ba ako yung tipong maipagmamalaki?

"Ayoko na. Break na tayo," I told him.

"Ayoko.  Natatakot akong biguin ka ulit. Pero di ko talaga kaya."

I walked past him. He followed but later on he disappeared. After that, I received messages from him. He kept on texting me. You know what felt off? His texts were the usual texts as if we were still together. As if nothing happened. Is he really going to ignore the problem? Is texting the only effort he will push to try and save the relationship?

Haiy. He greeted me "Happy new year. Wag mo kalimutang mahal kita." It's been a month since I broke it off and I am starting to think that the relationship may not be worth saving.

It hurts like hell. Fuck. But I'd like to believe that I did the best for the both of us. Maybe we're not meant for each other. I was only asking him to let me be part of his world. I understand his situation. Maybe it's wrong for me to ask him to come out. But 37-year old closeted guy with effeminate streak? Shouldn't it have been obvious already? Haiy.

I did the right thing. I hope he finds a guy he will fight for. A guy worth of his bravery and courage. Yung kaya nya ipaglaban. 

May we all get the love we think we deserve.

"If we're meant to be together, then blah blah blah." - Titus, The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Picking things up: Life, drive, and passion

Hey, I'm HIV-negative as of this month. I think it's news worth sharing. 

Anyway, I've been inactive with a group I joined around three years ago. This group's advocacy is on HIV, AIDS, hand its stigma. I used to volunteer but unfortunately my nature of work has been so demanding of my time that I was missing in action for like a year. At least by taking a test, I can still show my support to this advocacy. 

Likewise, I've been very inactive with this blog. I miss the guys I followed here who became online friends. I hope I get to meet some of you. And I hope I can pick up this blog again regularly. 

I miss you. I miss myself. I miss living life. 

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Picking up

Decided to finally pick up blogging again. I need an outlet outside Facebook. I missed the guys I usually look forward to interacting here in the blogosphere. Anyhooo. I hope to see more of you and this blog in the future. 

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Stepping Up

I recently got promoted to a Software Engineering Team Lead. It's big news for me. Considering that I'm only 23 years old, this is an event worth sharing and celebrating. Finally, efforts are paid off and results are showing!

I have a long list of people I would like to thank but I would probably want to shorten the list to the following:

  1. My managers and mentors - I have learned a lot from you. You've been a big part of my professional growth and your guidance is highly valued. I learned from you guys how to be compassionate to people and be understanding that people are not just assets but also team mates you can rely on. You guys taught me that leading is different from bossing people around. Leading is actually serving your team mates and bringing your team towards a goal. Aside from that, I became very critical with numbers and processes. I learned how to analyze these numbers and make decisions based on these figures. I find it actually fun to interpret these figures and find a pattern to trending data. Finally, you guys made me realize that making mistakes is a part of life and that these mistakes will actually define you further. Scars are interesting after all.
  2. Teammates - This would not have been possible without you. Thank you for all the lessons. Thank you for all the laughs. Thank you for sharing all-nighters with me. I'm grateful to you guys for making my work fun and interesting. Your endless stories are also a well of inspiration I always take into heart.
  3. Teachers and Friends - Of course, who would forget where he or she came from? Everything started here. A large part of my personality, my beliefs, and my faith are molded by the teachers and friends I've been with while growing up. This is an achievement by us and thank you for being with me.
  4. Family - You've always been an inspiration to improve. You have pushed me to be further than I can be and reminded me always that I can be whoever I want to be. You always knew my potential and you never fail to keep my eyes on it.
Thank you. I'm grateful. 

Let me raise my glass and say cheers to moving forward and growing up.


Saturday, October 24, 2015


I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. This has been a habit since I moved into the new condo unit with around eight other housemates. Namamahay lang siguro. It has been a week already and it was also a week of sleepless nights. But that night was different. I woke up because I felt someone's hand slowly trying to make its way into my boxers. I felt someone's hand trying to touch my whole length while the other tried to make its way under my shirt. His right hand successfully made its way and has full control of my length while his left hand played with my chest and my nipples. I feigned sleep as I was confused at first with what was happening.

"Fuck," I suddenly jerked. The roommate was caught by surprise.

"Pre, nilalamig ka. Gusto mo tulungan kita?" he asked. True enough, I was shivering. The aircon was facing directly my bed and its cold air has sent shivers to my spine.

He proceeded playing with my dick and I felt myself heating up. My length grew until I told him to stop. No, this is wrong.This shouldn't happen and I was not comfortable with it.

"Saglit lang ito," he insisted.

"Ayoko nga," and I pushed him away. He felt defeated and proceeded to his bed. I continued my sleep hoping this will continue till morning.


I woke up again same night with another roommate's foot extending towards my crotch. His bed was sitting beside mine and his foot was conveniently placed on my crotch. I felt his foot dead on my body and I wondered if he was just plain asleep. I closed my eyes again.

I felt his foot move. This time, it tried to place itself under between my legs. It stopped moving and was sitting comfortably under me. Baka nilalamig lang ang paa nya, looking for warmth.

A few minutes passed by and I felt him remove his foot. He put his foot on the other side of his bed facing away from me. I can't hear him snore. He usually snores when asleep.

He got up and went to the comfort room. The light from the bathroom flooded our room and I saw him got inside. I waited for him to come out for no reason at all. When he did, he turned off the light and went to his bed. I had no idea why but I felt nervous. My senses were on all-time high. Maybe you're just being paranoid, Neil.

Then there he was, slowly moving towards my bed, He lied besides me and he went to get my left hand and put it on his girth. I felt his length. I felt it throbbed. I felt his lips closing on my neck. I pulled my hand away.

I guess he was surprised. Because the next thing I knew, he went to his bed. I felt him shift. I guess he was pleasuring himself with his own efforts. But it was short-lived. I felt  him move again and he went over me. He tried to pull my boxers down. I guess the surprise was on me that time.

"Tang ina ayoko," I whispered softly.

He positioned his head above me, moving in for a kiss. I froze. I did not reciprocate. I wondered if I should push him away? Would he retaliate? I felt him try to bit my lip, his tongue playing with its outline. I smelled his breath. I smelled his scent. He was that close and his hands were slowly working towards my chest.

Sensing I was not interested in kissing him back, he stood up and tried to push his dick in my mouth. I put my arm around my head blocking his way. He insisted. He pushed. I blocked. My arm was always on his way and I felt him shove his dick against my arm. He was a bit aggressive. I was thinking of ways on how to assertively stop him but I was running out of ideas. I never imagined myself in this situation.

"Ayoko nga," I said carefully trying to not wake anybody else up.

Was he pissed off? He tried to pull my shorts again. I kicked him softly away. Fuck, I don't care. Just fucking get away from me. Please, stop. I suddenly felt his whole weight on me. His dick against my stomach. He moved. He moved and he moved. He kept on rubbing his dick on my stomach until I felt his release. I felt his seed all over my stomach and I heard him moan.

He got up. Went to his bed. Minutes passed by and I heard him snore.

I was left staring on the ceiling.

Until I noticed that the first ray of sunshine came into the room.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

A guide on how to stay in the friendzone

1. Don't let him touch you on your intimate body parts.
2. Don't reply ASAP on his texts or private messages.
3. Don't let him know that you're excited to see him.
4. If not single, always let your partner know your whereabouts especially when you're with him.
5. Let him know when he's crossing the line.
6. Do not entertain thoughts of having a relationship with him.
7. Always keep in mind that things are already great the way they are.
8. And that having him more than a friend will complicate things.
9. Remind yourself that you've been friends with him for a long time and this lowers down the probability of having an intimate relationship with him.
10. Remind yourself that your partner knows him and vice-versa.
11. When he says, "Don't talk to me about your problems with your partner because I've been thinking about it and I decided that I want to date you. Date date you," obey not because he wants to date you but because you don't want him to know when you're vulnerable.
12. Don't hold hands with him (refer to item number 1).
13. Don't go to an overnight swimming of an organization you're both a member of especially when he's attending.
14. Don't have breakfast, lunch, nor dinner with him.
15. Make your conversations uninteresting.
16. When he asks for help regarding with his literary pieces he wants to pass to different applications, politely decline.
17. If you're not single, keep yourself busy with your partner. He's the only love of your life.
18. Do not entertain distractions.
19. Create a list of why you love your partner (if you have one).
20. Create a list of 20 items on how to stay in the friendzone.

*** if all else fails ***

Get out of the friendzone. End the friendship. Even though it hurts. 

Keeping this list in mind.