Alex Maskara - Philippine Gay Imaginings, Other Tales



Hunter

I just watched a documentary titled 'Penis' and I learned so many things about men's perceptions of their penises. The most unforgettable among these was from an 80 year old man who had a recent prostate surgery and was near to tears in saying (in a paraphrase now), "The hardest thing to lose in life is my ability to please my woman." That just hit me so hard. When a man says he'd rather die than lose his ability to have sex breaks my heart. Men are born to have sex and not to lose it. It would be so pathetic for a man of any persuasion to one day admit to himself that he enjoys more the sea, the birds, the flowers, the gardens than sex.

And I think that's where I am heading. Everybody is bound to get there. I think someday the testosterone will get depleted and if you missed enjoying the days of abundance, well, you'd really need to find enjoyment in watching the birds, the fish, the flowers and broadway shows eventually to make up for it.

Miss Miami pleads with me every time I share with him the scenarios of male sexuality."Alex, stop this, stop. You are depressing me." But it is true. There are certain things in life I need to accept. I look back longing for the days when I was just oozing with libido. Now, it seems I need to plan on it. Like work on the mood, create the ambiance, explore everything and if I were lucky, I would feel the so called 'horny' feeling. And man, it is not fun anymore. I dread the day when a Doctor would prescribe me a blue pill to 'help' me out. Ay, ay, ay.

I am so envious of men who, in their fifties and sixties can still do it as good as when they were in their twenties. Man I salute if you were this lucky man. Remember there are guys like me who are slowly missing the groove. I really admire my father when it comes to this arena.

But there is one aspect of being male I still enjoy nowadays. The hunt. Oh yes, I so enjoy the hunt. I was just telling this friend of mine that men are beasts deep down inside them. Put some horny men in room, say ten of them, together with two beautiful women and I tell you what beasts are all about. It's not the act of sex that is important to the men, it is the victory of capturing a coveted prize that matters.

The hunt is something I enjoy. It is fun to be in a bar, look at this herd of wonderful male specimens, target the one everybody is targeting and then... you start maneuvering your way to get the target. Getting it is like being awarded a highly coveted prize --- even if it means dropping and discarding it when the competition is over.

I really wish to fall in love and get domesticated. But a hunter is a hunter. He is better off being alone and languishing in the loneliness of the forest. He lives only for the hunt, he is a beast.

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