Two words: Fry cuttlefish.

Nuff' said.

Meet bara artist, Nickie. Here's his blog, at nickierhymeswithhickie.

And here are some of my favourite bara art from him! I found one of his work on Queerclick Asians a long while ago and I searched about him from there.

This is piece down here is called "When Professor Meets Coach". You can build up your imagination from there if you want to. :)

I am a Buddhist and I believe whatever I do will have karma. It's either good or bad.

So I decided to remove my last post and confine it to the cold palace.

As I said before, this world is sickening. It needs love. Not reaffirmations of negativity.

I have to be the change if I want change.

I have to write this down to get it off my chest.

Just now had dinner with the boyfriend. As we were walking to the carpark, we pass by a restaurant which has an alfresco dining area. And there sat a vey fat and quite ugly guy with his bunch of friends. As we pass him by, I heard a snicker from him.

Then I heard, "Gay geh."

If you don't know Cantonese, it means "Gay one".

All this while I am in PJ, in this big city called KL, never have I encountered something this negative about my sexuality. If you haven't read my previous post before, let me tell you that I am a lucky gay man, being accepted by my immediate family, friends and colleagues.
But what about to those who don't? To those who are still in the closet?

This is not only an issue that matters to me. It matters to all gay men out there. But more importantly, because of this, I have something to say to our Malaysian gay fellows.

To those who are in the closet, living in fear, remember, it will get better. But also do remember it will get worse before it does. Stay strong. If you could not stand the pressure, find a support group. There are blogs like these where you can make connections. Forums too. And there is always PT Foundation and Oogachaga.

To those who are comfortable with who they are, spend some time in supporting local events like Seksualiti Merdeka. You don't have to be at Pinkdot like I do, but just leave an hour or two to attend such local events that educates the public about who we really are. If you're game for it, why not bring some friends along too.

If we want change, we have to be the change. United we stand, divided we fall.


P/S: My boyfriend stood up for me. Oh yes he did. 

And this is part two! Just for shits and giggles. LOLOLOLOL

This is the explanation of their behaviour.

What do you think?

So, it has been 3 weeks since I've written anything.

And these 3 weeks I spent lots of time with the swan prince aka boyfriend. And when I say lots, I mean lots. We literally see each other every day.

So, how is it so far?

Considering the fact that we have known each other for like 2 months and a half, things are surprisingly good!
We only touched on the sexual side when we are 2 months in the relationship. And honestly speaking, it's very rare in the gay world.

He's 8 years older than me, working in the luxury retail industry. He's a good man with a good heart and treats me well. That's all that matters to me. But if you ask me why do I fall in love with the man I love right now, the only answer I will give you is just "Because."

Though it is so, fate and chemistry plays a role here. Thank you God for sending someone right at the right time.

I believe that this will be a very long journey for him and me. Things are stabilising and we're starting to talk about the possible future; me going to Singapore finding work and how we'll manage that, having a place of our own, the usual couple talk.

We even do sleepovers, just me and him, cuddling in each others arms to sleep. You may think it'll lead to something sexual, but hey, having control and restrain for the right timing is even more wonderful.

And all those things I used to read on the net; coffee at Starbucks as a couple, orange mouthwash mint flavoured kiss, going to breakfast together; it all came true. True as it can be.

I just have to give thanks to God for sending him my way. I love my man. Forever.