And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then” Later than night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned!He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired.He ate every bite of that thing….never made a face nor uttered a word about it!
Outrage Magazine | 23 June 2017 *** Everything LGBT-related is magnified in June every year, marked as the month when LGBT Pride is supposed to be celebrated (thanks, largely, to its Western-led identification as “Pride Month” because it was when the Stonewall Riots happened in New York City in 1969).
But while discussions on the evolution of Pride has already been happening overseas (again, largely in Western contexts, with the commercialization of Pride getting flak, such as THIS, THIS and THIS; and yes, some support), the same has not been really happening in the Philippines. But every time we met, I had to give him money, his allowance for his schooling),” Kakay shared as she prepared the paresorders. ala ako mahanap na matinong lalaki na pwedeng maging boyfriend.
On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school.
I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit.
He added: “ana ung mga NGO dyan o ung mga grupo para sa mga bakla at may HIV, tignan nila ung mga may kailangan talaga, hindi lang ung mga may kaya.