Saturday, October 5, 2013

Our First Date

 This is about my first date with a guy that I really like.


The handsome gentleman offers to pick me up
And I gracefully accept
Nervousness shivers down my spine
And excitement pulses through my body

We drive to the beach
My dad's favorite beach
He is new to the island
And will surely enjoy the scenery

On a wall next to the sand and the sea
We sit side-by-side
The familiar surroundings put me at ease
As we talk for an hour or so

He has a great personality
And is easy to talk to
There is something special about him
And I feel lucky to be by his side

As the sun starts to set
And the sky begins to change colors
He offers me his hand
And our fingers entwine

Leaning into each other
Our lips connect
This is our first kiss
And certainly not the last


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Saturday, March 2, 2013

What Makes A Man (Chapter 3)

 What Makes A Man is an ongoing series about a young gay man and is based on personal real-life experiences.

Read.
What Makes A Man
What Makes A Man (Part 2)




Food was on his mind.

For this reason he was at the grocery store and waiting in line to pay for his lunch.  The young man's stomach was a bear and it was growling for food to satisfy its growing hunger.  He wished that the line would move faster.

Rumble.  His stomach was growling.

As the young man waited in line, his eyes and his mind wandered.

To his right there was a Caucasian man lifting up his little boy and placing him into the child seat of the grocery cart.  It was nothing particularly special and he didn't think much of it...

...until he saw an Asian man helping out.

Slowly he realized that the two men were together; that is to say, they were a couple.  He was sure of it.  They wore matching pink shirts and they were shopping together with their kid.

He had never witnessed a gay family out in public before.  He sees gay couples regularly in real life - in fact he would see two boys flirting shamelessly with each other that very same day - but not gay families.  For some reason, gay families are a rare sight to behold.

And what do you know?
It is a little funny how he had suddenly forgotten that he was hungry.

He was busy admiring their bravery, their courage.  Maybe someday he himself will have a husband and children.  Maybe.  It all feels impossible sometimes.  After all, it would take a lot of courage and faith to make those dreams come true and he just wasn't sure if he had it in him.  Finding his Prince Charming would be a huge accomplishment just by itself.

"Ready?" asked the cashier.

"Wha-... Oh.  Yes, I'm ready."

He paid for his food, took one last glance at the happy family, and left the grocery store. 


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This happened on Thursday January 28, 2013.  I was on my way home from school and stopped by the grocery store to grab something to eat.

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Toilet and the Handsome Man

This happened at Huntington Beach on my trip to California two summers ago.

 I began writing this blog post half a year ago.  However I didn't know exactly why I would want to share this story with the world, so I decided to save it as a draft and come back to it in the future. 

Well, the future is now.  Enjoy.

Me stepping onto the beach for the first time.  May 28, 2011.   




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My friend and I were walking along Huntington Beach in California.  It was my first time visiting a beach on the mainland and I was a little shocked.  The sun was shining brightly in the summer-sky...

...but brrrrr, I still felt cold. 

The wind tickled my skin with its cold fingers as it penetrated through my jacket.  Although my jacket sufficed at keeping me warm back in Hawaii, it wasn't protecting me against the coldness that I was feeling.   As strange as it sounds, a part of me wished that I had worn pants instead of board shorts to the beach.

"I gotta use the bathroom," I told my friend.

"Okay, I'll wait here," my friend replied.

The bathroom was similar to a portable toilet except that it wasn't portable.  I entered the bathroom and I didn't like what I saw.  The toilet was a monster, a hideous monster covered in distasteful smudges and poisonous stains.  I was ready to run away.  Luckily, all I had to do was piss and I wouldn't have to touch the toilet seat.

After I finished relieving myself, I looked down at the sad-looking toilet.  I could have decided to leave the toilet as dirty as it was and just walk away.  After all, that is what the person before me had done.

But I didn't.

I grabbed a handful of toilet paper and started to wipe away the filth that covered the toilet.  I honestly hoped that I was using enough toilet paper, because I didn't want my hand to touch the dirty toilet seat.  After wiping, wiping, and more wiping the toilet was impressively clean and I had graduated from the position of instantaneous janitor.

Wow, that looks much better, I thought.

The toilet was no longer a hideous, ugly monster, but the safe haven for nature-calling that it was meant to be.

I opened the door and there was a handsome man waiting to use the bathroom.  He was an attractive, fit white gentleman somewhere in his mid or late 30's.  I smiled at him and he smiled at me.  The man walked past me and into the bathroom that I had exited.

I walked over to my friend.

"Ready to go?" he asked me.

I replied with a yes. 

Side by side, we continued to walk along Huntington Beach. 

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This simple story has a simple point:  The little things do matter. 


More pics taken that day.  It was freezing as I walked the boardwalk.



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Saturday, February 16, 2013

My Little Cousin

My little cousin Jerlyn was driving me home a couple months ago.

She had recently moved back to Hawaii after being away for six years.  It had been so long ago when she moved away.  I remember how I felt when she and her family moved away during my senior year in high school; I wanted them to turn the plane around and come back home.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked me.

"Umm..." 

I was hesitating to reply.  How exactly was I supposed to answer this?  My cousin is about 5 feet 5 inches tall and can be considered somewhere between overweight and obese.  I knew that what I say could really make an impression on her, good or bad.  She is only 18 years old and still trying to find her footing in this world.

She said, "There are some girls out there that are drop-dead gorgeous.  I just want your opinion.  How do I compare to all those really gorgeous girls?  Guys tell me I am beautiful - a black guy even gave me his phone number while I was waiting at the bus stop - but I just don't feel like I am good looking.  I really don't."

I didn't like what I was hearing.  I once read somewhere that people can be the cruelest not to others but to themselves ("Look at me.  I'll never be good enough").  I carefully thought about what I would say.  Then I said it.

"Remember the time I wanted to use the bathroom at McDonalds but the men's bathroom was closed so I ran to Walmart to use the bathroom?   I remember that me and your brother were waiting in line to order and you were using the bathroom.  When you came out of the bathroom and was walking towards us, I had been thinking to myself, 'Wow, Jerlyn looks very beautiful and classy."

I was telling the truth.  Even now I can picture her as she was walking toward me that day.  She had been glowing.  If only she could see what I see in her.  She has so much potential, so much natural elegance.

"Really?  Awe thank you.  That's very sweet of you," she said. 

The best thing that I could have done for her was show her that I love her. 
And I believe I did just that.





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Monday, May 28, 2012

A Letter to My Sister-in-Law

My sister-in-law is back in Hawaii.  She moved back to Hawaii a couple months ago.

She had been feeling lonely recently because my older brother was away on another one of the Hawaiian islands for army duty.  As a result, she nagged me into sleeping over at their place to keep her company.  I wasn't in the mood for sleepovers, but caved in eventually.  This piece is about something that happened during the sleepover a couple days ago.

My sister-in-law

Dear sister-in-law,


I wasn't in a good mood when I first arrived at your place.  My phone had broken and I needed to get a new one.  Even my laptop had to be repaired and I didn't have the money to take care of these problems.  To add to my frustrations, you weren't home when I first arrived.  I remember thinking, "She nagged me to come over and she's not even home!  That just doesn't make sense.  It was a mistake to come over." 

Don't worry, I was just being an old grump.

So I waited for you.  When you finally came home, you told me that you had fallen down earlier and had hurt your right knee.  You told me the whole story about how it happened.  You joked about it lightheartedly; however, I noticed how you were limping as you walked.  Each time you took a step with your right leg, I saw the look of pain on your face.

I was worried about you.

After a few hours we both decided to go to bed.  You slept on the bed and I slept comfortably on the floor.  Sleep took me under and I was happily dreaming when all the sudden...

You were howling out in pain.  It must have been about 3 o'clock in the morning.  I was feeling drowsy but most of all scared; I have never witnessed you in this much pain before.

"What's wrong?" I concernedly asked.
"It's my knee.  It's really hurting," you achingly groaned.
"Want me to ice it for you?" 
"Yes!  Please!"

I hurried to the kitchen and put some ice into a Ziploc bag.  Then I rushed back to your room and applied the ice to your knee and wrapped a blanket around your knee to keep the ice in place.  Then you asked if you could smoke. 

"Will it make you feel better?"  I immediately asked.
"Yes it will," you eagerly insisted.

Usually I dread the smell of the secondhand smoke.
Usually I would ask you to go somewhere else and smoke. 
This time, however, was different.

I thought about what would make you feel better at that moment and I knew what to do.

I grabbed the astray
Your cigarettes,
And a lighter
And handed them to you. 

Soon afterwards the secondhand smoke began to fill the room. 
Smoking was helping you calm down and relax.

"Justy," you whispered.
"Yes?" I curiously replied.
"You're the best nurse ever.  No one else would have done this for me."

Your comment made me smile. 

Contrary to what I felt about sleeping over when I initially arrived at your place, sleeping over was not mistake at all.  Helping out a loved one is never a mistake. 

Yours sincerely,
Justy.

P.S.  I'm really glad your knee isn't hurting anymore.



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