blogging's like slicing your brain to thin strips, salting em, and then drying em under the sun. It'll be fun watching every drop of moisture evaporating from them, each strip curling up like besuto prawn crackers when dropped in steaming hot oil. I could even hear them crackling.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Jeepney Hunk 06
This guy I’ll call Milenyo because I found him during the height of the typhoon that left areas of Metro Manila powerless and waterless until, in some areas, now. It was a stroke of luck that he sat right in front of me where the light was. The quality of the picture of course could be better. This guy is, to borrow my Rafiki’s lingo, what you’d call a constru (as in construction worker). What gay man does not, at some point in time, fantasize about the constru at the site right across their house? Well, here’s to your childhood constru fantasy.
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