The Panti Sisters

I was watching The Panti Sisters last night when I heard a man answer a phone call.  He told the caller he’s just at the mall having fun with friends.  He was apparently lying because he was watching the gay film with the rest of us.  When the lights were turned on after the film, I saw the guy with a woman, not a biological woman.  It seems to me that the guy’s friends were not aware he’s dating a trans.  H’m.  Interesting.

Lotion and Hubris

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

My mother is inured to my ribaldry.

She wanted to give me a bottle of lotion for my hands.  I told her I don’t use lotion, not even when I wank.  She just chuckled in response.

Sometimes, when I go home to Marilao, she would ask me, “Do you have a booking?”  And I would reply, “Depends if I meet someone who’s game.”

When I come back, she would ask, “Did you have a booking?”  And I would tell her, “Yes, I did.  He’s handsome and sexy but with a small dick (or something to that effect).”

Sometimes, while watching TV she would suddenly call and tell me, “There’s a handsome guy on TV.”  And I would tell her, “He has a great body too but without a bulge, probably has a small dick.”  And she would chuckle as usual.

My mother wasn’t that open-minded decades ago.  Decades.  Decades slowly peeled away her homophobia.  And when you’re a parent with a child like me, you don’t just deal with your homophobia, you will feel like a therapist trying to treat a queen brimming with blue-blooded hubris.