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Perils of Being Fabulous Apr 20th, 2005 1:15:39 pm - Subscribe
Mood | bemused

Last Sunday afternoon, I was invited to accompany my fabulous gay friend, who worked in the same company as I do for almost a couple of years now, who also happened to live just right across the street where I live with two other co-workers.

My gay friend had to get some ordered suits from his favorite seamstress somewhere in Junquiera, that little crowdy place somewhere in the heart of the cityof Cebu. It's where pirated goods like DVD's, VCD's and the like, cheap apparel loom, as well as inexpensive and filthy brothels, disco houses, and karaoke bars are found mushrooming like no one can imagine and whores and pimps overflow to lure horny foreigners and the local rejects for a few hundred pesos per shag. Easy-money. Nice. Anyone can get laid without exhausting what little resources the male animal can afford.

I was hungry so we ate at the popular fastfood first. When we got out, my 6-footer gay friend was approached by an old foul-smelling, smutty-looking lady, while he was lighting up his cigarette. The lady signalled to her whore, a young, long-haired, skinny lady, probably a teenager, and mouthed the words, "200 pesos lang, serrr!" This caught him off-guard. All this happened in not more than five full seconds. I didn't notice the old pimp and her whore. I was too busy eyeing the cute guy crossing the street towards us. But I was laughing my ass off anyhow when he related the story as we walked along the unwashed, discolored street towards the seamstress's shop.

"What was she thinking?" my friend interjected in disgust, "Am I that savage-looking for her to offer me her burikat? My goooddd! Ewww!" he continued.

I couldn't help it. I almost vomitted laughing so hard. My friend forgot all about that later on when, one by one, he fitted the suits the seamstress made for him. He felt fabulously happy about his new set of wardrobe. We didn't talk about his horrific experience with the old hag anymore going home. Imagine how a new set of fine threads can do to a once-disgusted fairy.

You may say it is amazing. I say it is a miracle!

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