Blog Posts on gay and economics

Fellowship of the Red Horse by Wired and Wild on Jul 16, 2009Like a tangled tapestry, or  an assortment of overlapping cobwebs in caves abandoned for centuries. That's how I describe the fellowship of the red horse, a clan born from the brand of beer that kept us alive and sane. (Yes, Ida Torres and Nana Bux...

And I Am Staying.......... by Wired and Wild on Jun 24, 2009In the olden times, a few days after the Summer Solstice the whole village would take a bath to cleanse themselves from the old and to face the new season with a fresh take in life. The Christian tradition adapted it as the Feast of St. John the Bapt...

Summer Is Not the Time to Fall in Love by Wired and Wild on Apr 5, 2009this photo is not related to the entry, just want to show AnjaFor staring. At the very least, that's what your eyes are, for staring. Fixing your gaze at something so magnificent you don't want to blink, else you might lose the vision in front of you...

Tales of the Gwapotel 2 by Wired and Wild on Feb 18, 2009(continuation)A long line of male OFWs filled the reception area, obviously straight from the airport since their gigantic luggage had airline tags. One of them felt generous and was giving pasalubong to the small crowd that gathered around them: sha...

Tommy, Yesterday by Wired and Wild on Feb 8, 2009Tommy was so handsome that because of him, I committed three crimes: murder, blackmail and sodomy; the first one in thought, the second, in words and the third, in deed. And if the scriptures say that to think of murder is still a murder, then offici...

Faghags by Wired and Wild on Jan 22, 2009Honest, her name is Gay (am not making this up) and she is madly, deeply, truly in love with my one of my BFF, who is of course, gay. Not that all of my BFFs are gay. But Kyle was conceived with Barbra Streisand belting out Songbird in the background...

The Long Hair in Their Bed by Wired and Wild on Dec 29, 2008Vicki Belo's travail these days reminds me, for no particular reason, of Aunt Linda. She was not really an aunt, but all my friends call her that, so did I. She was married to an Ateneo professor.I always knew they would end up separated. On their we