She's Leaving On A Jetplane...

I borrowed John Denver's song for a while to describe how my partner will leave in a few days time from today and I'll be using this blog to tell the sob story of the one who gets left behind, always -- me.

This was the longest stay she did in Manila, almost a month and for most of the time, we saw each other. She's still not used to my prima donna attitude and the gruesome traffic jam of the metropolis.

She'll be leaving just when I'm getting the hang of it. Sheeeeesh!

I am tempted to go after her to get some vacation for myself as well but just the thought of the plane fare and hotel accommodation makes the kuripot in me wreak havoc. So I guess, I have to save for that in the future. Perhaps, some other time.

She promises to be here for Christmas and she has a roundtrip ticket, to boot but I am not counting much on that. I do not want to disappoint my Christmas spirit if ever supervening events hinder her from coming here.

I cannot pray for time to stand still in consideration for those who are wishing otherwise.

This may suck for some but I call this MY life.

*sighs*

The Sad Look In Her Eyes

I have this habit of just staring at her. Looking at her facial expression, how her lips move whenever she speaks, how she rolls her eyes and so much more. I take delight in doing so.

However, it burdens my heart and saddens me whenever I look at her and she cannot even try to smile. She's going through some domestic problems and all I can do is just watch her. I respect her decision not to tell me the intricate details of the story but she had informed of the gist of the story.

She rarely smiles lately. She doesnt even laugh at my corny jokes (oh well, I have a very bland and dry sense of humor but at least I try).

And it is difficult to try hard.

How ironic that the same person who makes me happy can be the same reason of my sadness.

Friends of Dorothy

She's perfect.

She's beautiful. How her round eyes hypnotize and enchant me. Her cheeks so warm and tender. Her long black hair, the wonderful smell of it and her inviting and soft lips. Her voluptuous body to which my eyes are always fixated to. Her satin-like and flawless legs. She is a breathing testament as one of God's wonderful creations.

She's intelligent. She challenges me into an intellectual intercourse everytime I am with her. She prefers silence yet when her lips begin to utter words, I am dumb-founded. Witty, smart and a very clever lady.

And I am madly in love with her as she is to me.

There's just one little, tiny baby hiccup problem in our setting: she is a woman and so am I.

This actually would not pose as a problem had it been we're citizens of Spain or Canada or anywhere else where same sex relationships are nothing but normal. But in the Philippines, a country where a sexually liberated woman is frowned upon and tagged as a whore and a bitch, how do you expect a homosexual affair to be received?

Actually, we're at an advantage here since we both look like your ordinary woman. We dont dress like guys, nor walk like one. She maintains a long black hair and I am a flirt by nature. Deceptive we may be but I guess, our actions whenever we're together speak loudly about who we really are. Not that we indulge to PDAs or public display of affections (groping her is a big no-no but I've kissed her in the cheeks and embraces her all the time), mind you.

She has a lot to lose should our relationship be known to people from her side and that I cannot afford. I'd like to protect her privacy much as I could.

On the other hand, my parents and the rest of my family are receptive of her and supportive of my decision in life to bring home and love a woman than a man.

Because of her precarious situation, we are always mindful of the places we go, of the malls we hang out in and of the restaurants we eat at, you get the picture. Much like Juliet + Juliet,
your lesbian version of the much celebrated Shakespearean love affair.

We've had our fair share of quizzical and odd looks/stares, personal attacks on our sexual preference and so on and so forth but the worse opponent in every relationship is our own self.

She's the quiet type and I thrive in noisy places. She likes to lay low while I hog the spotlight. She is a morning person and I am a nocturnal creature. She's very reserved and I am your typical loud-mouthed woman who cannot contain herself. And because we rarely see each other (we're on a long distance relationship by the way, how complicated can we ever get?), making love is like making an appointment to the President of the Philippines -- either she's not in the mood while I am so sexually charged or she's in the mood and my schedule does not permit me. I guess, making an appointment with the President is even easier than harmonizing our sexual moods, for that matter.

And despite of these all, we've managed to be together (happily and hopefully ever after) for 2 years and 4 months now. Whoever said that long lasting homosexual relationship is a myth have not been into one in his/her entire life.