THE SINS of #ThePSN are venial.
Nothing serious like sins against Truth, or Justice, or Mercy, or Humanity.
I do not lie.
Not even if it means getting an ass.
Like, I cannot lie about my age on Grindr.
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This is common:
I chat up people on Grindr.
Get them involved in some sexy, interesting conversations.
I make them laugh.
I make them moan.
They ask for my pictures, I send them my latest photos.
They’re cool with me until they ask for my age.
And, of course, I cannot lie even if they look like beautiful Lucifer.
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53 is dinosaur to horny 20-somethings.
I can think like the way they think.
Most of the people aged 50+ that I’ve met smell of old age, to be honest.
Something about their skin, their body odor, their mouth.
I wouldn’t normally kiss a Filipino 50-something in the mouth.
And I love French kissing!
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So yeah, I really get young people who look for people around their age.
That’s why I am always a big bonus, life’s biggest surprise to those youngsters who dare.
Let’s count what works in my favor:
I got a big dick. Sad, but true.
Blame it on my Spanish genes.
And although I’m a grower more than a show-er, nobody really cares once I’m naked and aroused.
I am just big. Enormous.
Monstrous.
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Also, I’m funny.
Pleasantly funny because I am very smart.
I can turn anything into comedy.
Even the falling rate of the peso against the dollar.
I also say almost all the right words.
And even if I don’t, I always get a chance to redeem myself.
Because, well, words are just my game.
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Working for me, too, is a little financial freedom.
No, erase that.
It’s not a little financial freedom; it is “total”.
Total financial freedom.
No place?
Let’s get a hotel room!
No cab money?
Do you have GCash? Haha!
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It is not my fault that the peso is trailing behind the dollar.
If people in the government have a concrete plan to survive this weekly devaluation of the peso—the worst trend we have seen in years, we would not be helplessly watching this fall like it’s a f*cking crazy telenovela.
Of course, it is not the president’s fault.
Nothing is the government’s fault in this country.
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I don’t play the blame game.
In fact, I don’t play games.
Real power does not play games.
I simply rule!
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I decide who to bed.
I dictate what my boys do in bed.
As the peso continues to fall behind the dollar, boys can just fall on their knees around me.
And I promise not to sin against Justice.
For every pleasure they give, a dollar. Haha.
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And I promise not to sin against Mercy and Compassion.
If they “mercy-mercy” me, I will show them mercy. Haha.
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Finally, I asked my gay friends about the etymology of “mercy” — to mean sex, or maybe a hand job.
Apparently, it comes from a Mercy Bakeshop ad, whose tagline is “tanan manamit” (everything is delicious).
If you need an explanation, it is this: a gay man mercies a boy, gives him utter pleasure.
A gay man may have to perform simple to complex acts to deliver pleasure.
But in the end, everything is delicious.
The boy gets pleasure, and prostate pressure relief. Haha.
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So, yeah, love begets love.
Mercy begets mercy.
As for compassion, well, true compassion happens when mercy is not enough. Bwahaha!
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These days, you may ask what boys have to do to pleasure me.
But I ask, “These days, what do people have to do to get some money?
To what extend would they bend over to the power of the mighty dollar?”
And these days, I say again, it pays to have multiple dollar accounts. Haha!
Now, kneel and worship the merciful me!/PN
