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BY PETER SOLIS NERY
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February 5, 2018
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IN MY MIND, even in the most vulgar and inane gay talks in the Philippines, the pubic hair is never discussed. Filipino gays would probably talk and play a guessing game about whether the guy who just passed by was wearing briefs or boxers, puroy or boxer shorts, had undies or was going commando; but they won’t kill each other arguing over hair around the genitals!
But, it is as I said. In America, gay men in their fifties have an opinion about everything. And I just have to remind myself that I was no longer in the Philippines but in free and brave America.
In AOL Gay 60s, everybody was like a classmate to one another — everybody knew everyone. They even had a roll call. They were worried about those who haven’t logged on for a while. They were concerned about the health status, and health updates, of their chatmates and online community.
In my mind, what else can be expected of exchanges among gays in their sixties? Like AOL Gay 50s, I could compare AOL Gay 60s to Autumn — they are a community, a group of people who have had enjoyed a fullness of their season, a fullness of life; and now, they are in their twilight.
“Hell out there!” I blurted, trying to be funny when I finally joined the chatroom. And then, I followed it up with, “I mean, Hell-o out there!”
Someone with the screen name Reisters R read it. He said I was witty. He said he was amused, checked my profile, and impressed, private messaged me: “You’re a doll!”
I took it as a compliment even if the idiom was new to me. I didn’t grow up with a Barbie, but I knew Ken.
I asked, “Is that your pick-up line?”
He replied, “If it works!”
I smiled, and checked his profile. I saw “MD” and “Department of Health and Human Services,” and I immediately assumed he was a doctor.
Later, I realized that his MD is the two letter postal code for Maryland, where he lived, and not an abbreviation of Medical Doctor, which was not his profession.
He had two pictures that reassured my anxiety and wariness over meeting people on the Internet. In the first, he is with a dog; and in the second, he is standing in front of a castle. I could read from his face that he was a kind and gentle person.
In my mind: 1.) Here’s a gentle person who just called me a doll, 2.) He is a doctor; and it is kind of fitting because I am a nurse myself, 3.) If he can be kind to a dog, in most likelihood, he will even be kinder to a nurse, who he has already called “a doll”, 4.) As he is a doctor, he is also least likely to take advantage of me financially, and 5.) He has a castle, all the more reason and proof why he would not take advantage of me financially. (To be continued/PN)
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