This Way, Not That

I remember when we were in the car, and you were talking about your son, and how you wanted him to be this way and not that. What “this way” or “that” was, you never fully explained, but I remember you emphasizing your point with a flimsy flip of your right hand. And that flip spoke volumes to me, because in that one small gesture, you summarized what it meant to be gay.

Cattle Comics

Trying my hand at a little bit of comics humor. Please check out this new blog I created, with four new posts, called Cattle Comics. Needless to say, I'd appreciate a follow if you like. Thanks!

Will be back to regular blog programming on Monday. 

Free Valentine's Day Card for Psychopaths

Interview with a Blogger (A Blog Swap)

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my huge honor to introduce you to one of my favorite bloggers, Froggy of Happy Frog and I. Underneath the jump is a fairly short interview that should give you a good idea who Froggy is and why he blogs what he blogs.

Check him out. Here are a few of my favorite entries from him:

A Beautiful Moment 

A Difficult Journey

Talk is Cheap

I answered the exact same questions on his blog as well. Click here to see.

Interview after the jump.

Anonymity and Cowardice

I have a new post over at Simple Dude, Complex World, which talks about anonymous commenters. I would appreciate it if you pop over there and give it a look.

Once you're there, I suggest you take the time to look around Simple Dude's blog. He's definitely got one of the funniest acts in the internet.

Anonymity and Cowardice

I’ve had a few anonymous comments on my blog (“I am Fickle Cattle”) before, some of which have been fairly decent folk who really just wanted to drop me a line. They simply had no social networking profile to identify themselves with, so they had no choice but to comment anonymously. Sometimes they put a name underneath their comment, or an e-mail address, just so I would know who they were, and maybe where they were coming from. 

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Fond Memories

We were inseparable when we were young; like two peas in a pod, as they say. We liked the same things, and we spoke the same way. And in those common instances where we fought and shouted that we will never speak to each other again, we both knew that those wouldn't last, and we'd make up right before the day ends. Mostly because we'd want to play tag or hide-and-seek, and playing tag with yourself is really just sad. We were the best of friends.

Attempted Murder, and a Love Post (a Capitalist Conspiracy)

Migs the Manila Gay Guy got an e-mail from a letter sender named Jake, which I thought was one of the worst things I have heard happen to a guy. Here's the part of his story that made me furious:

Darkness

Angelo Reyes, a retired high ranking general caught in the center of a corruption scandal, committed suicide by shooting himself in the heart in front of the grave of the love of his life: his mother. I never liked the guy as a public figure but what he did tugs at my heartstrings in a truly elemental way. The Philippine Daily Inquirer put it quite beautifully: "The crisis in which Reyes found himself was truly turbulent, and the Loyola Memorial Park (where his mother was buried) in Marikina City had turned out to be the still center, his personal zone of peace, in a storm of surprising ferocity. Many of us were shocked when we heard of his death, and the shock deepened when we learned that it was in that central stillness where Reyes had drawn the strength, not to persevere, but to kill himself."

How about some audience participation?

I've been experimenting a bit with my blog lately, although not in the quality of the actual written work (I haven't exactly been blogging a lot lately) but more on the marketing aspect of the blog. To put it simply, I've been trying to look for ways to increase reader traffic. Some of the things I've done kind of worked; some, I'm not even sure if it made any difference. It's generally a hit-or-miss type of thing.

Fab News

Some of my favorite bloggers/podcasters in the world, collectively known as the Fabcasters (who, incidentally, are also gay), have come out with their favorite blogs of the year. They have 15 but they've only released their first eight. I'm part of those eight, along with another favorite blogger of mine (citybuoy), and blogging institutions chuvaness and Jessica Zafra.


What can I say? It's a huge honor to be liked by bloggers I admire and look up to.


To the Fabcasters, thank you!

Making Merry

The party was in a small apartment right in the middle of the financial district of Makati City, in an old building that had parquet floors and beige walls. The people were the usual mix of expats and locals; art experts, businessmen or lawyers in their professional lives. It was casual and oh-so-chic; red and white wine served with deviled eggs, hors d'ouvres and snappy, intellectual conversation. There was much laughter and merrymaking.