: Porn
Looking at the screen, I noticed one guy on top of the other, both of them half-naked, the contours of their well-defined physique drenched in sweat.
Muscles flexed, extremities entangled, face contorted. Their hands were wrapped with some form of leather gear.
This wasn’t my thing. I could relate to emotional pain, the wallowing, the whining, the seemingly endless dissection of misery.
But this?
It could’ve been sexier, as one guy pushes down the other, locking him in, his face falling on the other’s armpit, then suddenly looking up, fighting to breathe.
“Ayan malapit na!” My brother screamed.
“Did you know gay men invented that?” I told him.
“What are you talking about?”
“Wrestling, or whatever you call that.”
“UFC yan!”
“Whatever. Two guys, half-naked, in intimate physical contact…”
“Tanga.”
“… Fighting over a belt. You couldn’t get gayer than that. See that,” pointing at the two hunks who are now on the floor, one’s pair of legs wrapped around the other’s torso, “…that is soooo gay.”
“Ayan na ang remote.”
Finally, I could watch the Oscar’s without any brotherly interruption.
Looking at the screen, I noticed one guy on top of the other, both of them half-naked, the contours of their well-defined physique drenched in sweat.
Muscles flexed, extremities entangled, face contorted. Their hands were wrapped with some form of leather gear.
This wasn’t my thing. I could relate to emotional pain, the wallowing, the whining, the seemingly endless dissection of misery.
But this?
It could’ve been sexier, as one guy pushes down the other, locking him in, his face falling on the other’s armpit, then suddenly looking up, fighting to breathe.
“Ayan malapit na!” My brother screamed.
“Did you know gay men invented that?” I told him.
“What are you talking about?”
“Wrestling, or whatever you call that.”
“UFC yan!”
“Whatever. Two guys, half-naked, in intimate physical contact…”
“Tanga.”
“… Fighting over a belt. You couldn’t get gayer than that. See that,” pointing at the two hunks who are now on the floor, one’s pair of legs wrapped around the other’s torso, “…that is soooo gay.”
“Ayan na ang remote.”
Finally, I could watch the Oscar’s without any brotherly interruption.