Soy Guapo

I have had so many sex partners in my life that I barely remember many of them.  Only a few stand out in the recesses of my hormones and memory, and one in particular has a poignant love story behind his young years.

Soy earned his moniker because he is said to have a volatile mood.  He has toyo, a Tagalog word that means crazy.  Toyo is also the Tagalog word for soy sauce, so I call him Soy for the purpose of writing this piece (others call him Toyo).

Soy is dark and has a slim, sexy (well-defined) body.  He has big and wide areolas which are big turn-ons for me.  He has an excellent set of teeth, and his face is handsome enough to attract gay men (and heterosexual women) on the prowl.

Soy lives like a nomad.  He goes to different places to work.  Whenever we find him in town, it likely means he has left his job.

A few years back, Soy worked as a diver for scrap metal.  The job didn’t last long  because he almost died from ship fuel oil and other underwater contaminants.  He had to be hospitalized and undergo dialysis.

Soy belongs to a poor family who could not afford his hospitalization.  He was brought to the nearest (a private) hospital for emergency care by his family when he collapsed.  Transferring him to a public hospital still meant the family had to cough out enough dough to pay for the emergency care, and the family had nada.

Soy was in a serious relationship at the time.  The girl had a rich grandmother who wanted Soy out of her granddaughter’s life.  The old woman took the opportunity to split Soy and the girl by paying for Soy’s private hospital bills on the condition that the young lovebirds parted ways.  Soy’s family decided for him (he was in intensive care at the time, so he could not really decide for himself).  Soy honored the agreement.

A timeless tale of prejudice against the plebs, ain’t it?

I last saw Soy towards the end of 2017.  Yes, we had a lovely nookie at the time.

“Soy guapo” is Spanish for “I am handsome.”  Here, “soy” refers not to me but to Soy who certainly is handsome enough, and appealing enough that I write this piece for him, without him asking for it.

Soy’s story reminds me why telenovelas earn well: They hit a raw nerve and at times, if not oftentimes, are based on real life.

I don’t think I was ever in love with Soy.  But, he has earned a place in my heart because his life is the life, the plight, of many Filipinos who take what they can, while they can, when they can.  Poverty sings deeper than the blues.

Soy reminds me acutely that we are worlds apart, and yet beyond education and social status, we connect at a fundamental level: We live and love and hurt and love again.

The Trojan Shrimp

Adult content.  Please enjoy, and please be guided accordingly.

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ἱππον is read as hipon.  It is a Greek word, in the accusative case, that means horse.  The accusative case is the direct object in a sentence, e.g., I love my horse (where horse is the direct object).  The nominative (subjective) case is ἱππος (hipos).

“Hipon” means shrimp in Tagalog.  In Philippine gay lingo, men with great bodies but with unattractive faces are called hipon (when we eat shrimp we usually leave the head out and focus on the body of the water creature).

Shouldn’t we refer to them unattractive ones hipon in the Greek sense of the word, i.e., They look like horses.  My bad.  Well, we ought to call them hipon in the Greek sense if they have horse-like ginormous dicks.

Many, if not most, of my partners have been hipon in the Tagalog sense (ugly with a great body).  Some of them are hipon in the Greek sense (plain-faced with a considerable equipment).

We can call a homely man with a big dick a Trojan horse.

In the classical story of the Trojan War, the Greeks gave a gift to the Trojans (the inhabitants of Troy) in the form of a gigantic, wooden horse.  The Trojans thought it was truly a gift and a symbol of their victory.  Unbeknownst to them, the Greeks hid inside the horse.  When the Trojans fell asleep, the Greeks got out of the horse and slaughtered them Trojans.

A trojan is now known in computing as a malware (malicious software) that can wreak havoc in our gadgets.

A man who is a Trojan horse (or simply a trojan without a ginormous appendage) can share his pathogens (disease-causing organisms) inadvertently or intentionally if we are not careful.

I love them hipons (Tagalog and Greek) but am ambivalent towards trojans.  I shall never really know if a man is a trojan, shall I (unless I have him tested before a nookie)?  So, I – we – have to be careful.

I wish you a lifetime of joy and great sex.