I just heard the funniest ‘true’ story from Geisha. Ok, so we do have a new character. I met Geisha at DJ Bar the first time I went there with Loggie and SuitMan. One of the cutest slash hottest gay boys I’ve met but obviously a big bottom queen but I got to know him as a funny character, despite having a huge potential to be such a bitchy queen. He’s got hairy arms, fair skin, a Chinese name and he speaks Chinese. Loggie assumed he was partially Indian but it cracks us both up that he speaks Chinese way better than a normal Chinese and how he’s got a Chinese name.
Geisha was also telling me about how he could easily get away with guys, which didn’t surprise me since he is a hot cutie; it’s not everyday you can use those two words together. However, his story was way better and quite blog worthy. So, he went to this Chinese fortune teller and apparently the fortune teller told him that in his past life he has been a very famous prostitute, used by a lot of men and in this life, all these men must serve to him and pay him back what they’ve taken from her in the past life. Blogworthy eh? Now back to his ‘other’ story.
Geisha recently had a break up with his boyfriend. Why? Cos he was being a demanding immature spoilt brat. Now, his boyfriend takes care of him and he’s just one of those monogamous men who stays true to him and just loves him fully. Geisha.. this boy doesn’t cheat but he got on this boy’s nerves and their relationship ended.
Now, let me tell you something about the gay scene in Myanmar. It’s not like I know a lot of it but I could guess after three times clubbing in gay friendly areas. Sydney was full of people who gets easy lays and most of the gay men in Sydney tend to forget the value of a relationship. Now, most Asians believe in settling down and gay men here are still ‘growing’ and most of them treat ‘being gay’ as just being guys who can have relationships with other men, whereas in Sydney, ‘being gay’ was seen as a huge opportunity to become promiscuous and fuck around. But, wait a minute. Myanmar’s getting there. I could so see orgies, sex saunas, open relationship and players in a year’s time here. It’s not the country. It’s just the evolution of men without the presence of females, who are born maternal. Promiscuous to its fullest, Myanmar gay community will be just another one big laugh, like Sydney’s.
I was telling Geisha how he should stick to the man he’s got and how I’ve taken five years to find BooMan, a rare find in Sydney. It’s plain to see why I’ve stayed true to someone who I’ve got to know while staying one whole year being dry without any sexual contact. God knows how I could just easily find an easy lay here but God knows that I am at this point where I know I’ve found the one. Someone once asked me how I would know if BooMan was cheating on me or not. The fact is I don’t but I trust him and I choose to forgive him even if he should lose his braincells over another piece of fine ass.
Now, here is another reason why. My grandparents, who are in their eighties, published a book they wrote together. Short stories based on their lives, the happy couple was proud about this book and the press has totally praised this book. My granddad’s alias for writing is the inverted name of my grandma’s and it was cute to see them all happy. At the moment where I sneaked out of my office to attend their press conference for the opening ceremony of the book, I just sat there, pleased and hoping BooMan and I would someday reach that point in life where everything we have are memories and hopes of dying together.
Coming from this genepool of those who has stayed true to their lovers (Mom and Dad were pretty tight too and it’s cute she still keeps the blanket my dad slept on before he slept away), I find it really hard to let myself go and fuck around. Twenty nine years of my life, I’ve wanted a proper tight relationship. Five years of my life, I’ve slept around, got used, had mornings where I would wake up next to someone I didn’t know and was just happy I found a used condom next to me and pretty much had blood tests at least once a year. I am not gonna give this up easy.
Monogamy reminds me of meditation. It took me seven days to master meditation to a certain level. It was torture and I hated having to sit down to meditate but on the seventh day, I was able to cure pins and needles on my feet without having to move the feet around and by just staying in the meditation position. It’s a rare find but boy, doesn’t it feel good once you’ve found it!
Geisha was also telling me about how he could easily get away with guys, which didn’t surprise me since he is a hot cutie; it’s not everyday you can use those two words together. However, his story was way better and quite blog worthy. So, he went to this Chinese fortune teller and apparently the fortune teller told him that in his past life he has been a very famous prostitute, used by a lot of men and in this life, all these men must serve to him and pay him back what they’ve taken from her in the past life. Blogworthy eh? Now back to his ‘other’ story.
Geisha recently had a break up with his boyfriend. Why? Cos he was being a demanding immature spoilt brat. Now, his boyfriend takes care of him and he’s just one of those monogamous men who stays true to him and just loves him fully. Geisha.. this boy doesn’t cheat but he got on this boy’s nerves and their relationship ended.
Now, let me tell you something about the gay scene in Myanmar. It’s not like I know a lot of it but I could guess after three times clubbing in gay friendly areas. Sydney was full of people who gets easy lays and most of the gay men in Sydney tend to forget the value of a relationship. Now, most Asians believe in settling down and gay men here are still ‘growing’ and most of them treat ‘being gay’ as just being guys who can have relationships with other men, whereas in Sydney, ‘being gay’ was seen as a huge opportunity to become promiscuous and fuck around. But, wait a minute. Myanmar’s getting there. I could so see orgies, sex saunas, open relationship and players in a year’s time here. It’s not the country. It’s just the evolution of men without the presence of females, who are born maternal. Promiscuous to its fullest, Myanmar gay community will be just another one big laugh, like Sydney’s.
I was telling Geisha how he should stick to the man he’s got and how I’ve taken five years to find BooMan, a rare find in Sydney. It’s plain to see why I’ve stayed true to someone who I’ve got to know while staying one whole year being dry without any sexual contact. God knows how I could just easily find an easy lay here but God knows that I am at this point where I know I’ve found the one. Someone once asked me how I would know if BooMan was cheating on me or not. The fact is I don’t but I trust him and I choose to forgive him even if he should lose his braincells over another piece of fine ass.
Now, here is another reason why. My grandparents, who are in their eighties, published a book they wrote together. Short stories based on their lives, the happy couple was proud about this book and the press has totally praised this book. My granddad’s alias for writing is the inverted name of my grandma’s and it was cute to see them all happy. At the moment where I sneaked out of my office to attend their press conference for the opening ceremony of the book, I just sat there, pleased and hoping BooMan and I would someday reach that point in life where everything we have are memories and hopes of dying together.
Coming from this genepool of those who has stayed true to their lovers (Mom and Dad were pretty tight too and it’s cute she still keeps the blanket my dad slept on before he slept away), I find it really hard to let myself go and fuck around. Twenty nine years of my life, I’ve wanted a proper tight relationship. Five years of my life, I’ve slept around, got used, had mornings where I would wake up next to someone I didn’t know and was just happy I found a used condom next to me and pretty much had blood tests at least once a year. I am not gonna give this up easy.
Monogamy reminds me of meditation. It took me seven days to master meditation to a certain level. It was torture and I hated having to sit down to meditate but on the seventh day, I was able to cure pins and needles on my feet without having to move the feet around and by just staying in the meditation position. It’s a rare find but boy, doesn’t it feel good once you’ve found it!
Listening to: Black Eyed Peas - I'mma be
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