The Gaymore

I'm actually just writing this entry in response to a friend/archenemy's entry about me on Facebook. It doesn't mean though that I won't enjoy writing about him. Unlike my previous entries, I believe there is no need to hide this person behind a codename. He is the sort of creature that wouldn't remain unnoticed for long since he'll be conquering the world and slaying all demon-kind in due time. No one that would not notice him would go unpunished; but with the kind of flabby ass that he possesses, I doubt you wouldn't recognize him. Hence, without further ado, I present you: Mico.


He's the guy on the left. We don't want any confusion here. ^^ Mico. He's the Gaymore, the Flabby Arsed Creature, the All-knowing-Gay-One. He's got so many bloody titles that it would encompass an entire blog entry so let's skip that part.



The part I want to write about is the same as the part he's written about me: The first meeting and what it later on meant for the rest of our lives.



Our entire relationship and encounter with each other are quite, if I can be bold to say, the work of the universe--the way my relationship to all the people I've worked with at MDH Cathlab was. We were quite literally forced to work together and practically had no choice but to spend a lot of time together whether or not we stomach each other. We got along, of course, but we weren't immediately friends. He was posh, and quiet and he really kept to himself most of the time the first few months we were together. He didn't immediately get to know about what I really was and even when every fiber of my existence were screaming at me to open up to him so he could flat out deny or admit that he was gay, I still restrained the question from ever escaping my mouth.



It took a while to get past that part but when we crossed the line of formal introductions, hell broke loose in the world of the Straights.


Whereas most people would just frown at me when I utter the word YAOI or when I flat out announce to the world how I'm a solid advocate of male slash, Mico (along with the other Cathlab GayClub members) understood. I do not take my passion lightly and the depth of it ordinary people cannot fully understand. I don't just support homosexuality and become an activist for it for the sake of propriety, I actually adore slash love and slash relationships. Mico and the Cathlab GayClub members were the kind of people who took things in stride. They encountered me and my antics  anew and accepted it without real mockery. There was mockery, I guess, but never to insult.



And Yes, he was pretty blatant and honest about his distaste to my clothings of choice and I've always seen him as someone who's more of a girl than me. I really, really bet that he was  female in our previous lives and I, a gay man. The works of the world, us humans just  cannot really understand.


The thing is, bats with the same cravings flock together just as how the twisted and damaged ones are attracted to each other (albeit in a different way they are seduced by the light).  We visit the shadows quite frequently and the most striking difference in our lives since we've met each other was that we sometimes take the plunge together. Maybe not always, but when one doesn't want to feel lonely while visiting the claws of depression or the sinful seducing of  vulgar thoughts, we can expect to drag the other and suffer with him. Showing the weaker sides of my existence to this person  is always done without any feeling of embarrassment or shame. All sorts of frustrations and failings and even the broken parts he can hear from me and I'd listen to his and never tell another soul. It's just like showing it to a mirror image of thy self (not that we look alike. The thought actually turns my insides green)



The point is, we have that common ground of needing  a few dose of immoral thoughts to keep the alter egos alive. The second selves die and that which makes us who we are crumbles.



Posting this entry is actually taking a risk of damaging mi self and letting people have misconceptions and misinterpretations but it's yet another thing that binds us together: Writing. We communicate better with it. Verbal comm is good and welcomed but there's always a different story that's being told in writing. And it's writing that would keep our friendship/enemyship intact throughout time// And it will be kept fed and alive, definitely.