Saturday, April 04, 2015

When Adam Becomes Eve

This is a true story of a wandering soul who came across my path. Her name is Cassandra. She is trapped in that big boy’s body, like a virgin inside an iron maiden, tortured for being a witch, tormented for being misunderstood. 

She is tortured by being a boy. But she is a boy. As God has decreed it in the heavens and on earth, she was born to be a son of Adam- with a penis and a flesh that was meant to be hairy, smelly, deprived of any grace or feminine fragrance.

The sons of Adam were ordained to be protectors, great providers, and stewards of all creation- the trees and the beasts of the earth, the winged creatures of the air, and the creatures of the rivers and the deep seas. They were the children who were born to feel entitled to dominate and to shape history and future of everything under the sun. To be otherwise and to abdicate from such divine prerogative is, if not shameful, the most abominable action a man can commit.

The worst of all is to feel attracted to his kind. The sons of Adam were expected to be with the daughters of Eve. In the past, when sanctity ruled in the most ruthless and bloody manner, any man who deviates from what was sanctioned by the heavens will face shame and death because abandoning what was meant for you was a great sin.

Fast forward to thousands of years later, the time when we are living under grace, enlightenment and science. It feels like we’re still living in the ancient days.

Now, as men progresses towards the age of possibilities and tolerance and cultural evolution, the preachers and ministers are enraged, and they rant and rave, calling doctors as charlatans, calling medical experts are servants of the underworld.

Cassandra couldn’t go on living a life of lies, pretending to be somebody else. She embraced human progress, and renounced the truth that established the world. She will go under the knife. Penniless as she is, she is undaunted to embark on this journey to womanhood, a journey with a new experimental medical procedure and without any payment.

I admire her courage. And I admire her unbending will to decide to live true to herself. I told her the complications of hormones. Even natural women are wrecked by their own hormones, making them complex. “But if that means finding happiness, then why not?”, she said. And soon she will be resurrected, in a new body that will never be glorified by any believer.


I’m not really envious. I am happy with this lard-like body and my penis. I am happy with myself. But I ask the heavens, why would God demand us to walk in truth and condemn us to eternal flames by being ourselves, but welcome us at the pearly gates of paradise if we live a false life, pretending to love women, and hate our kind? What is holy about that? 

Thursday, April 02, 2015

In the beginning was the Word and the Word was kind of gay....


So much holiness going around this season of piety and penitence. All of a sudden, the worldly are all like, “I’m not eating anything organic or meat, I am all fish and fasting, all that shit. Amen. Hallelujah.” And the more conservatives are like, “I am going beyond fasting and prayers. I am not gonna have sex with my husband/wife. I am condemning abortion, condoms, Lady Gaga and I’m bashing the next door fag.”

And my title is nothing short of a blasphemy.

Really. Because the holiest of all sacred acts and things will be bashing the next-door fag (after being intoxicated with alcohol and banging the fairy’s bubble butt, or that time when those conservative men accidentally stuck out their dicks for a free blow).

I am not a ruthless polemicist who will rant about church practices and denounce unscriptural doctrines. The never ending and irreconcilable differences of Protestants and Catholics, and our bloody history- yes, and they are the ones who usually preach against divorce. Ah the hypocrisy!

And I have this against all Christianity. Yes, you heard me. I am taking down in this entry, not only my own, but the others as well. You are all hypocrites. You dare to taunt and decry and denounce us gays and our fabulous lives, you don’t even know that your weapon was commissioned by the most fabulous alleged fag in history, His Royal Highness and Most Fabulous Majesty King James.

from Wikipedia
King James VI and I was the king of Scotland, and later on, king of England and Ireland. He inherited the throne after Elizabeth I died, and eventually ruled over three thrones. And he happens to be one of my favourite historical monarchs for being ruler over many kingdoms.

He wasn’t a powerhouse like his predecessors. But he was very conciliatory towards Catholics and establish a reign with a certain degree of tolerance. Note: this king who commissioned our Bible, dear Bible-believing freaks, practiced the culture of tolerance. At the time, Catholics and other Protestants had fucked up the whole system and all his kingdoms that he had to commission a new bible because all God’s men were fucked up with their own holy bibles.

James himself was a learned man and literature flourished during his reign, producing great men such as Shakespeare and Francis Bacon.

And the most interesting thing was his scandal-ridden court. Although the king was married a Danish princess, Anne of Denmark, and sired three children who survived adulthood, he was surrounded by pretty boys and handsome noblemen, and had a roster of male favourites, who are not only smart but also well-versed in all learning.

It’s funny to think how preachers condemn gays and lesbians by quoting from the holy scripture commissioned by a sovereign who made his bed chambers with tunnels leading to the sleeping quarters of his male favourites. Alam na this.


But these are all stories. I mean, no holy man has ever admitted to buggering their male companions, the way those hardcore Muslim Talibans are savagely butt-fucking those young Afghan boys but still manage to pray five times a day. No, as God is their witness, they do not commit abominable acts. So go, quote and quote from King James’ Bible. Quote pa more!