Pieces

AROUND NOVEMBER last year, I told K. that I was getting these “dainty look on men” vibe.  

I dunno where I got it, and I told her of how frustrating it is to be a man and be stereotyped as masculine.  The thought of being feminine and keeping to one’s male-ness seemed an absurd idea, even to me, that the minute the words came out of my mouth, I almost blushed.

I was thinking of flowers, and calm, serene days, Hello Kitty, and being called beautiful (There, too, is a wonderful story of being called maganda, on Facebook, and with members of my family.).

(via Time After Time )