Bathhouse:
Review
The
way there
Review
Proper
After
The Movie
I
wanted to be held. That was how painful the film was… I wanted to go home
already but then I saw the traffic was really bad being it was the rush
hour… I decided to cruise over the chatrooms… I went to Netopia and
logged in.
I
found John Rey… He saw my picture in this web page… he liked me. He was
from Makati and asked me what I’m up to. I said I just wanted to be with
someone—makakasama. He asked me if I can’t find anyone where
I’m at (Robinsons Galleria). I told him they don’t want me. He said he
was from Pasong Tamo, too far. I told him I would take the metro… then
pleaded…
“kailangan ko lang ng kasama ngayong gabi…kahit anong gusto mo gawin,
basta kailangan ko lang ng taong makakasama… wag kang magalala, uuwi din
naman ako agad… kailangan ko lang talaga ng kasama ngayon…”
He
said okay but we don’t have a place for sex.
I
said, “It’s okay, I just need someone to be with me…” then I thought
perhaps that was what he was after, the reason he was in that chatroom… I
asked. He was honest enough to admit that he was indeed looking for a sex
partner.
“Okay
lang, kahit ano gusto mo… gagawin ko… kailangan ko lang talaga ng kasama…
kaya lang wala tayo place… kaya kung yan talaga gusto mo, di na kita
iistorbohin.”
He
took pity on me and said we could just do Mc Donalds…
That’s
the problem… he was just taking pity on me… guilt… he can’t say no
mainly because of guilt. I should have not plead to him…
His
nick was BathHouse. He asked if where I was being that he was too at the
galleria and that if we could meet. I told him, I was at Netopia and said
sure. He said we could meet by the elevator at the floor where the movie
houses were. I told him I already saw the film—thinking he was hoping
I’d go with him. He said he too saw the film already. I agreed to meet. We
exchanged numbers.
He
was in green—green jacket, green shirt. His skin was so smooth and fair.
His hair gelled to hold a crest. He had braces on his teeth (or was it just
retainers?), totally chic—almost a give away that his gay (chic men may
they be straight or not gives the impression that they are gay). He asked
me: don’t I recognize him? I have no idea… It was embarrassing for the
question was that I am supposed to.
He
was the guy in the film. The friend? Not the best friend, but the chic
friend whose crowd Rico joined in. Yah, the one who had him crash to his
place and do him—the guy who has a large tattoo on his lower back. That
was he.
“You
were mean,” I said pertaining to his role in the film.
I
asked him about the film. I learned that they shoot it last December and
that it was shot in just seven days. I asked him about the tattoo. It was
real. He asked me what do I think about the film. I said it was really good
and that I wanted to get involved in the production the next time. I made it
clear not as an actor but in production—I have no business acting. He said
next time. I hope.
January
20, 2005/Thursday