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5/9

Walked past this pair of secondary school boys who exclaimed loudly on the MRT platform "I don't know how he finger me, until my f-ing butt crack pain sia!" What are school children doing nowadays...
And they are definitely not gays.

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I was out at Mid Valley with my parents several hours ago. A particularly unusual day for large commercial malls to be crowded, especially during odd hours on a working day. I then realized, kids had one last day of summer break to go, which would explain the crowd of young parents and their toddlers frequenting the mall, in tow with the attractive 20s boys or adult men with their parents about.
 
As always, being the tallest in the family, I walked ahead of my elderly parents, serving as a "guiding beacon" in case they ever got lost. We were an hour or two into errands, and were prepared to head home. Our final stop, Goong Woh Tong, the traditional Chinese herbal eatery, as I requested a pit stop for a herbal jelly, in part because I hadn't eaten for the day, and to soothe my recovering throat from the heat.
 
As I walked ahead of my parents toward the corner lot restaurant, I saw two men walking side-by-side in my direction. They looked to be in their 30s. One of them had his hand around his companion's wrist, the two studying the content flashed across the companion's mobile screen. The little public display of gesture (not affection yet) caught my eye. Despite being subtle enough, I assumed the two were gay and together. The one who had his hand around his boyfriend's wrist looked incredibly pretty, with a permed, wavy K-Pop hairdo. The other, a more masculine-looking dude, boyish hair cut. Both in tank tops, somewhat petite and slim. I stole a glance at the couple, and found myself all warmed up inside looking at them.
 
I looked back at my parents to ensure I was still within their sight. Sure enough, a few feet away, and saw the edge of mom's lips curled ever-so-slightly upward as the couple passed her and dad. Mom was always an observant one. Despite age catching up and her eyes exhibiting early signs of cataract, she remained vigilant, cognizant, and aware of her surroundings. In part, because dad had lost 70-80% of his sight from surgery-induced glaucoma, which meant she had to be the hand that guides him forward, now and forever. It was equally heartwarming to see my mom embrace the sight before her, knowing how far she's come in accepting and realizing love is simply love, regardless of gender, or ethnicity.
 
It wasn't always like this, or so I assume, it still isn't always like this. There are still days when mom struggles to say the word "gay." There are moments where she remains prudish, borderline irked and uncomfortable with the PDA from non-hetero couples she chances upon in public. Often, she chalks it down to platonic love.
 
I can't tell if she's an ally, but I know for a fact she's past the point of "gay is bad," more so a case of, "Would my son find a man willing to care for him when I'm gone?" I consider that a little win. She will never bring herself to acknowledge the guys I've been seeing as my boyfriends, only ever referring to them as "friends." She had never once taken an interest in my love life, owing to the fact I am pretty private with the guys I meet, pursue, or date too. The subtle display of affection from the couple, however, must have been what she considered sweet, heartwarming, and just acceptable enough for her to be happy for them.
 
These days, mom is the one stepping up to be the head of the family. Dad is a shell of himself. Once stoic, headstrong, and convicted, he has since been reduced to a timid, somewhat dependent, and anxious old man. I know, it's unfair of me to say he's been reduced, as the circumstances were beyond his control. Mom, on the other hand, once reserved, demure, and timid, has learned to take the reins, by no choice of hers. Even as I stood by a cafe looking at a strawberry pastry on our way to the car, mom was the one to go, "What do you want? Tell me, I'll pay for you." That used to be what dad said. 
 
This entire trip to Mid Valley wouldn't have been possible if not for my parents' request to drop them at the MRT station, so they could head downtown to sign some financial documents. Hours earlier, I offered to chauffeur them given the mid-year heat. It was meant to be a quick 30-minute drive to town, sign-and-go affair. Yet my parents playfully suggested making a pit stop at the mall for a quick lunch and errand. As they sat down at a congee restaurant to wolf down on their meal, I took a candid photo of the two, and texted my sis in down under of the unplanned trip.
 
Her response, "Enjoy the time you have with them while they're still around. Life is unpredictable."
 
"Is this about your boss?" I quipped. Sis was a doctor working in Australia, and she's been sharing stories of her elderly boss contracting terminal cancer, renal, if I'm not mistaken, and how he's opted for palliative care. 
 
"One of it, but we're growing older too, don't you think?" She responded.
 
I left her message unanswered. Silently thinking to myself, "You romanticize death and aging far too much, sis."
 
The truth is, such is the cycle of life. It is a painful process. It hurts to see ourselves wilt away, slowly but surely, too. It hurts to watch the people we love march toward the end of their lives. I confess, the older I get, the harder it is for me to get along with my parents. Dad, in particular. My other gay friends claim it's a usual case of "Daddy Issues," pun not intended. I find myself butting heads with dad due to our differing world views. With mom, it's case of household affairs, how she spoils and enables my elderly brother with his toxic behaviors, how she's had enough of it but chooses to silently endure them instead of calling him out, and constantly reminding me to never call out his bs, because she prefers it that way, however silently painful it still is.
 
I've learned she doesn't quite understand my love language, nor I hers. Our interactions are often mechanical. Brief. Now and then, I still see her love come through.
 
"I bought pan mee for you."
"Dinner. Makan."
"Cut some papayas for you."
 
A long time ago, I wished it were a case of,

"Honey, what's wrong? Talk to me."
"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I'm so sorry I hurt you, have you been trying to tell me this for a long time?"
 
It never happened. Instead, well into her early 70s, it remains, "What do you want? I'll buy it for you."
 
"I'll fork out half the payment if you ever want a laptop for work."
"Your pants are sagging, tattered and loose. Go buy new pants, I'll give you money."
"How much is your mobile bill this month? I pay."
 
All of which I have vehemently refused as I know she's a housewife with little savings of her own. But I look at her, and I think, sure, she's isn't perfect. But she's still here.
 
Oh sis, you romanticize death and aging far too much. Far too much... for my comfort.

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Almost all guys are enslaved by their little snake. 

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4/8

Hi boys, how's it hanging? 😈😎

Hi there " Welcome on board to the Blowing Wind forum"♥♥♥"

Never been a Justin Bieber’s fan but this is probably his best song by far… it kinda gives me a newfound respect for him and his willingness to show his emotional vulnerability… believe some can relate to part of the lyrics. The emotional honesty here is powerful. 
 
 

Not sure if it is me only, but I just find it hard to start or maintain any friendship as I grow older

He made me cum so much and so intensely on that bench! 💦💦💦💦💦