here first. until we are there.


you paid for parking, for me?

*sniff, sniff*
that totally made my day! you’re all amazing!


there is so much glee in being different, even stereotypically so.

All that changed on June 28, 1969, when a group of flamingly stereotypical and self-proclaimed “faggots” and “dykes” refused to be arrested during a police raid at the Stonewall Inn in New York City. A newspaper reported that “Wrists were limp, hair was primped,” as drag queens in high heels and butch lesbians wearing crew cuts and leather jackets threw bricks and bottles at cops and set fire to the building. Several of the male rioters confronted the police with an impromptu chorus-girl kick line, singing, “We are the Stonewall girls/ We wear our hair in curls/ We don’t wear underwear/ We show our pubic hairs.”

joshua littman interviews his mother, sarah via storycorps


for people who supposedly lack the social gene, this kid asks questions that i think we all wanted to but never could.


in celebration of a star wars surprise!

In defense of embarrassment

As a Catholic Pinay, embarrassment is drilled into me (along with a good dose of her bitch of an older sister, Shame—borne of course of the greatest mother f of them all, Guilt) So this hits right in the groin. 

Unlike many other emotions, embarrassment must be learned.  Infants know nothing of this emotion, and parents often use the threat of embarrassment to teach young children correct and incorrect behavior:  “If you say that in public, you’ll embarrass yourself,” we say to the toddler with a penchant for scatological chitchat.  Embarrassment is also a social emotion; its occurrence requires the real or imagined presence of others. Belch at a dinner party and you will likely feel embarrassed; do it while home alone and you’re unlikely to feel abashed.  Because it is a learned behavior grounded in social relations, embarrassment is a kind of barometer for a society’s notions of civility.

But honestly it sounds like whole lot of crock meant to control me. Though I agree. Bwisit. 

there’s a toddler at work today, everyone’s playing with him. i feel like telling him the truth.

you know, like “hijo, do you know that your mere presence here—well, they should pay you for it. ask for a later bedtime, or all-you-can-eat baby food, or unlimited sandbox time, or to not wear clothing or no diaper!”

or something even more fun. because kids should be lukaret before they enter schooling, or else they’re going to be like everyone else. 

On heroes, banzai porkchops and coming out

Perry Moore‘s HERO is a coming-of-age story of Thom, a high school basketball star. Sounds pretty vanilla.

Until you factor in:

1. A father who used to be a superhero (but now disgraced because of a catastrophic rescue attempt) and a mother who mysteriously disappeared.
2. His being beseiged by seizures

and oh yes, his being in love with the blond awesomeness that is Uberman.

If you’re into the whole supe scene, you can easily tell that the seizures mean something better for Thom, and that as father issues go, this guy’s got plenty. (though the father issues might be more a device of the whole growing-up genre.)

The YA novel takes you through his first brush with danger and ultimately to solving the mystery of his mother’s disappearance [and more of course!]. But as good superhero novels go, it’s a thoughtful reflection on the universe of binaries (good vs. evil, strength vs. weakness, etc) thrown more out of sync when you try to tackle the infinite fluidity that is gender.

It’s easy to label this as gay fiction, but I honestly feel that that it is too limiting—and not necessarily this book alone. If you really needed a label, perhaps otherness fiction. except it seems so much of good, fantastic literature is about difference? because really, don’t we love stories about those whom society has chosen to be unworthy?

The minor characters are interesting voices to set off thom’s uncertain and shaky one, and I like how the superpowers presented are not the usual and seem more borne out of a world that has played too much with fire, nuclear power and biology than alien invasions. I must admit the fight scenes were a little chaotic—something about being used to seeing them more in movies, tv shows and comic book made me lose my way. but the conversations seem real as i fell headlong into this book and didn’t really come up for air till it was done.

wikipedia entry

for other fabulous superhero themed novels, try
Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay

Austin Grossman’s Soon I Will Be Invincible

inspired by honey’s book reviews because i bullied her into letting me guest on her blog. mwahahaha!

in other news, I threw Fat Cheeks and Round Bellies out of hiatus. Am starting to write reviews on beauty products on Review.Pilipinas.

Am coming out as a trashy novel lover, a fatchick, and a frustrated drag queen finally. hahahaha! though i don’t think i was really in the closet for any of those things.

Oh, them books are still waiting for your love and care.