Dear Macoy,
Now, I perfectly understand why you ranted in one of your notty entries how the sight of half-naked guys with big tummies and sagging man-boobies turned you off,when you were the one standing there at the "Mansion's" darkest corners.
I remember your story after a friend, which we will call Kitsune suddenly found himself at the same place you used to call your playground when you were still here in the country. Many months ago, you used to frequent that place. Somehow, your stories inspired him to check the Mansion himself. One night, after boredom suddenly hit him, Kitsune realized that he needed some thrill. "After all," according to him. "The night was still young and so was he."
So he rode a jeep in Buendia going to Taft Avenue. His original plan was to attend a party at Club Government only to find out that he went a week earlier than the supposed event. Embarrassed, he left the club and went to spend the night anyway. The problem was where to go. Palawan was too far away and it would be stressful to go to Cubao from Makati Avanue. He asked me if BED would have a good party vibes on a Thursday night. I told him that the White Party was just days away, so most probably, all the guys are saving their energies at home for this one-night of reckless abandon. Therefore, after he figured out that it would be very shameful to prance alone on the dance floor, he devised a nastier night-out plan instead.
When he reached the intersection of Taft Avenue where the LRT Station casts a dark shadow on the street below, he asked the driver where he would find the jeep going to Pasay City Hall. Being a kind-hearted fellow, the driver dropped him at the corner of Harrison St - half a mile-away from Taft. He then instructed Kitsune to ride whatever jeep that is bound for Baclaran. He got off and crossed Buendia to the opposite side where the jeep going to Baclaran made a temporary stop to load passengers.
Here begins the point of no return. This is where Kitsune accepts the fact that his destination is getting nearer and nearer.
After the jeep passes Libertad, he immediately gazes across the opposite side of the road where the only landmark of the place he is looking for is an old house, whose door is safetly hidden behind a thick wall of stone. Assembling the pieces of memory - from the Wikimapia entry I posted many months ago that exactly pinpoints the spot, to the photograph you took of the place, also a year ago. It didn't take long for Kitsune to discover where the "Mansion" is.
Mustering all his guts, he asked the security personnel guarding the place if he was at the right spot. The guard confirmed his initial assumptions. He then let Kitsune enter the old house where a canopy of plants greeted him. At the far end of the garden lay a glass door that lead to the reception area. Here, he met two other guys who were just about to enter the house of pleasure as well.
Being a first-timer, Kitsune let the men before him be attended first. Observing them, he noticed that the first one was a tall, slim Chinese foreigner, while his companion was a gym-fit, semikal guy. This semikal guy appeared to know the place very well. The Chinese he brought there was a first timer like him. When they finally entered the last door leading to the other side of the reception area, Kitsune asked the attendant the procedures to become a member of the exclusive club.
"May I ask for your ID sir?" The cute, fair-skinned male attendant asked him.
Kitsune gave his school ID.
"Thank you sir," the attendant replied. "You have to pay a membership fee of P250 pesos and another P200 for the locker. Please be informed that cellphones with camera will be only allowed at the locker area."
So he paid a hefty P450 for the locker and membership fee just to get in. Included in his payment were big and small towels and a pair of slippers which he would use inside the club. When the transaction was over, the attendant unlocked the last door that finally revealed what's inside the big house.
"If it is my kind of paradise, I can't help but imagine what carnal things men are doing beyond the lounge area," Kitsune said, while puffing a stick of Malboro Lights. His hand, still shaking while recalling his first-time experience to me.
Now, I perfectly understand why you ranted in one of your notty entries how the sight of half-naked guys with big tummies and sagging man-boobies turned you off,when you were the one standing there at the "Mansion's" darkest corners.
I remember your story after a friend, which we will call Kitsune suddenly found himself at the same place you used to call your playground when you were still here in the country. Many months ago, you used to frequent that place. Somehow, your stories inspired him to check the Mansion himself. One night, after boredom suddenly hit him, Kitsune realized that he needed some thrill. "After all," according to him. "The night was still young and so was he."
So he rode a jeep in Buendia going to Taft Avenue. His original plan was to attend a party at Club Government only to find out that he went a week earlier than the supposed event. Embarrassed, he left the club and went to spend the night anyway. The problem was where to go. Palawan was too far away and it would be stressful to go to Cubao from Makati Avanue. He asked me if BED would have a good party vibes on a Thursday night. I told him that the White Party was just days away, so most probably, all the guys are saving their energies at home for this one-night of reckless abandon. Therefore, after he figured out that it would be very shameful to prance alone on the dance floor, he devised a nastier night-out plan instead.
When he reached the intersection of Taft Avenue where the LRT Station casts a dark shadow on the street below, he asked the driver where he would find the jeep going to Pasay City Hall. Being a kind-hearted fellow, the driver dropped him at the corner of Harrison St - half a mile-away from Taft. He then instructed Kitsune to ride whatever jeep that is bound for Baclaran. He got off and crossed Buendia to the opposite side where the jeep going to Baclaran made a temporary stop to load passengers.
Here begins the point of no return. This is where Kitsune accepts the fact that his destination is getting nearer and nearer.
After the jeep passes Libertad, he immediately gazes across the opposite side of the road where the only landmark of the place he is looking for is an old house, whose door is safetly hidden behind a thick wall of stone. Assembling the pieces of memory - from the Wikimapia entry I posted many months ago that exactly pinpoints the spot, to the photograph you took of the place, also a year ago. It didn't take long for Kitsune to discover where the "Mansion" is.
Mustering all his guts, he asked the security personnel guarding the place if he was at the right spot. The guard confirmed his initial assumptions. He then let Kitsune enter the old house where a canopy of plants greeted him. At the far end of the garden lay a glass door that lead to the reception area. Here, he met two other guys who were just about to enter the house of pleasure as well.
Being a first-timer, Kitsune let the men before him be attended first. Observing them, he noticed that the first one was a tall, slim Chinese foreigner, while his companion was a gym-fit, semikal guy. This semikal guy appeared to know the place very well. The Chinese he brought there was a first timer like him. When they finally entered the last door leading to the other side of the reception area, Kitsune asked the attendant the procedures to become a member of the exclusive club.
"May I ask for your ID sir?" The cute, fair-skinned male attendant asked him.
Kitsune gave his school ID.
"Thank you sir," the attendant replied. "You have to pay a membership fee of P250 pesos and another P200 for the locker. Please be informed that cellphones with camera will be only allowed at the locker area."
So he paid a hefty P450 for the locker and membership fee just to get in. Included in his payment were big and small towels and a pair of slippers which he would use inside the club. When the transaction was over, the attendant unlocked the last door that finally revealed what's inside the big house.
"If it is my kind of paradise, I can't help but imagine what carnal things men are doing beyond the lounge area," Kitsune said, while puffing a stick of Malboro Lights. His hand, still shaking while recalling his first-time experience to me.
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Dark Broken Red Jars
June 22, 2007
Odinhood-Mugenblue Pact still applies
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