Flam Glam Femme

Was on my way home after a night out when I saw one of my little sister's guy friends having a "date" at some sidestreet bakery with his, I guess, boyfriend. It was already five in the morning.

I jokingly pointed at him, gave him a knowing smile, and mouthed that I'd tell my sister about this little trick he was pulling.

"Nakita ko si Eric may ka-date kaninang madaling araw."

"Oo nga, nakita ka rin daw niya. Sabi, 'Iyong kuya mo, baklang-bakla na.'"

Ah, ok...

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't caught off guard. We're very open about "me" at home and I'm quite lucky because I never had the proverbial closet to begin with. My parents didn't need a memo. No coming out stories. No big reveals. I guess they already figured out that growing up, I was to become... flam, glam, femme!

What got me thinking was the comparative drift in Eric's note: "Baklang-bakla NA." Does that mean I wasn't that bakla before? Am I getting worse? Or perhaps just getting better?

Yet in spite of my relative openness, there are some who still don't get it. One time after reporting in class, a girl friend approached me and said, "Alam mo Darc hindi ka naman halata eh."

Ah, ok...

I'm being presumptuous but, for real, I felt a tinge of sadness, a hint of pleading as she told me that. It must be true, there aren't a lot of straight guys left. The good ones are gay. And because of that lack of choices, we are made to suffer...

Please, let us be!
I don't want a girl!
I wanna be a girl!
Can we just be friends? :)

*****

"Nakita ko si Eric may ka-date kaninang madaling araw."

"Oo nga, nakita ka rin daw niya. Sabi, 'Iyong kuya mo, baklang-bakla na.' Tapos biglang hiningi number mo. Sabi ko na lang magagalit ka."

Ah ok...