Bisexual Ako

I’ve been noticing that it’s a fad to say “I’m Bi” thanks to the apparently high “market value” of gays who act like straight men. Yes, the terms “bi” and “straight-acting” are being used interchangeably nowadays — and since it seems that a lot more gays are attracted to the “straight-acting” type, more gays tag themselves as “bi.”
There are two issues here:
(a) Self-concept — those claiming to be straight-acting should take a good look at themselves, and perhaps get honest opinion from others — there is nothing wrong with being effeminate, nothing so great about being straight-acting. We just need to be honest and comfortable with who we are, and how we really, naturally act.
(b) Semantics — simply put, bisexual is not equal to straight-acting.
Bisexual means you swing both ways, or you dig both men and women. Straight-acting refers to the outward behavior of a person — if most people who hear you talk and see you move mistake you as a straight guy most of the time then maybe you qualify to be called straight-acting. Furthermore, there are bisexuals who are as effeminate as fairies can be. There are straight-acting gay men who are exclusively homosexual.
My opinion is that there is much more to a person than one’s outward behavior. Eh ano kung effem? Eh ano kung straight-acting? While I totally respect your preferences in selecting a partner (as I have mine as well), I encourage you to try to look for more than just the outward behavior in evaluating people. Di ba nga, sabi sa Little Prince, “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
For me, the lesson from all these is — more than just the semantics and labels — embracing who you really are, being comfortable with the truth, and celebrating the beauty of it all (yours and others), minus the prejudices and judgement.
I, thank you! World Peace! Hehehe.

MY RESIGNATION

I am hereby officially tendering
my resignation as an adult.

I have
decided I would like to accept the
responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think
that it's a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud
puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think are better than
money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big tree with my friends on
a hot summer's day and watch the clouds as it transform
into dragons, dolphins and other sort of shapes.

I want to return to a time when life was
simple; when all you knew were COLORS,
MULTIPLICATION TABLES, and NURSERY RHYMES,
but that didn't bother you,
because you didn't know what you
didn't know and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be HAPPY because you
were blissfully unaware of all the things that
should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is FAIR.
That everyone is HONEST and GOOD.

I want to believe that anything is
POSSIBLE.

I want to be OBLIVIOUS
to the COMPLEXITIES of life and be
overly excited by the little things again.

I want to live SIMPLE again.

I don't want my day to consist of
COMPUTER CRASHES, MOUNTAINS OF PAPERWORKS,
DEPRESSING NEWS, HOW TO SURVIVE MORE DAYS
WITHOUT MONEY UNTIL ITS PAYDAY, BILLS, GOSSIP,ILLNESS,
and LOSS OF LOVED ONES.

I want to believe in the power of
SMILES, HUGS, a KIND WORD, TRUTH,
JUSTICE, PEACE, DREAMS, the IMAGINATION,
MANKIND, and ANGELS.

So . . . here's everything i have
as a grown up. I am giving all up
the luxuries I have.

I am officially
resigning from ADULTHOOD.

And if you want to discuss this
further, you'll have to catch me
first, cause........

......"Tag! You're it."

The Golden Gift

The story goes that some time ago a man punished his five-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child then used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

* * * * *

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of that same little girl.

It is told that the father kept that gold-wrapped box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open this special box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our family, our children, our friends and God.

There is no more precious possession that anyone could hold.
How often we allow ourselves to forget the things that are really important in life! If only we could live each day with the awareness of how special, and how fleeting, each moment is ---- then we would live in the moment and appreciate the love we have today.