She lives and works from her laptop on a little paradise island in the Philippines. She's a writer, graphic artist, and mountaineer. During rainy days she loves to sleep and oversleep and dream and daydream and then write. More »
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My tongue trekked a vast territory of manflesh the past couple of days. It hiked up the peaks and ridges of his muscles, slithered down the valleys and gullies of his delicious dark skin, thrashed around the steamy cave of his mouth, and camped hours on end on his sweet full lips, only to snake back around the luscious landscape of his body. My tongue planted the seeds of passion on his skin, and watered them from the very well of my mouth. I tried to consume him as I would food, bite him, chew him, swallow him whole, and make him a part of me. The heterogeneous soup of Adam and Eve. This sex. This passion. The Original Sin. It was simply inevitable.
He made me feel like it was my first time.
Mt. Tarak was delectable in all aspects. The trail, the forest, the view, the difficulty, it has the perfect mix of all elements. It used to be my favorite mountain. Fell in love with it at first sight. My enchanted fairyland with all its twisted balete trees and gnarled roots and red earth. But after Typhoon Ondoy it's just a monstrous fucking wasteland now.
Mr. Ondoy You Motherfucker You, I didn't mind your massacre of 300 Filipinos. Or the billions worth of property damage. Or how you turned the cities into a bigass aquarium of garbage and corpses. I didn't mind how you raped my country. But my mountains, you ravished my mountains, toppled my giant trees, and blocked my trails to the summit.
This death of a mountain.
Revenge on a typhoon is futile.
All that's left to say is "Fuck you!" before I move on.
Fuck you Ondoy!
So there.XP
Can't manage to transcribe my pain into words. (Maybe it's either I don't have the words or I don't have the pain.) I stabbed Mindtwist in the chest, punched him square in the face, castrated him, left him mutilated, crippled, hated, angry, lonely.
I am a polyandrist, but I never told him that.
I have no concept of family, marriage, commitment, responsibility. I warned him this but he never listened. With every dude I fall in love with, I give him a warning: I am domineering, I will get bored, I will leave you, and I will never come back. I will pierce your neck with my fangs and suck in all your spirit like a vampire, then leave you dead as a white wax statue. I killed Mindtwist with my infidelity. He's become boring and predictable. I turned to the next man. How is that my problem?
Was it murder?
Was it homicide?
Was it suicide?
He was the one who decided to risk his life. I warned him. Don't tell me I'm a murderer. He planned his own death. We lasted about two years.
Then comes this other dude, ang prinsipe ng kagubatan, a sucker of alcohol, a mountain whore, a nature junkie, the alpha male of a mountaineering organization. The sweetest most passionate guy I've ever met in my life. I mean really sweet and passionate. And romantic. Someone who doesn't treat me like a she-dude.XD
And the epic kiss that just wouldn't die.
The taste of god's sweet lips.
It killed me. It flew me in a blazing rocketship to heaven. Drove me nuts. Creamed my pants with a bucketful of juice. I mean, dude, what the fuck? From what planet did this creature come from? Is he even human?
He's going to kidnap me and take me to Bicol some time this Christmas break to witness the beauty of Mt. Mayon. The volcano just erupted today (December 22) at 1600. The news goes like--I haven't heard of it just yet.
The two dudes are aware of each other's existence. (Holy shit, I know. I am emotional; I am honest, transparent as a mirror. I don't know how to hide my feelings despite all evidences of being a pathological liar.) Mindtwist is hurt. The Prince doesn't give a shit. I give them the option to stay or leave. Do whatever you want. Nothing's stopping you. To me, I'm just being human. There's nothing wrong with being human, is there?
I lost my way in Mt. Tarak this weekend. Bleah. I'm tired as hell to even talk about it.
Between men and mountains I get lost and find my way. Whatever.
I need a drink.
