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Dear Macoy,
Now, I perfectly understand why you ranted in one of your notty entries before how the sight of half-naked guys with bulging tummies and sagging man-boobies turned you off, when you were the one standing there, at the "Mansion's" darkest spots.
I remembered 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, subconsciously. One night, when boredom suddenly hit him, Kitsune realized that he needed some thrill. "After all," according to him. "The night is still young and so is he."
So he rode a jeep at Buendia going to Taft Avenue. His plan was actually to attend a party at Govenrment only to find out that he went a week earlier than the supposed event. Embarrassed in his situation, he left the club and went to spend a PLU night anyway. The problem was where he would go. Palawan is so far away and it would be awkward to return to Cubao, since it was his first destination when he set to go out that evening. So he consulted me if BED would have a good party vibes on a Thursday night. I told him that the White Party is just days away, 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 dance alone in the dancefloor, he thought of a nastier night-out instead.
When he reached the intersection where the LRT Station casts a dark shadow on the street below, instead of getting off at Taft Avenue, 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 heads off to Baclaran. He got off the jeep and crossed Buendia to the other side, where the jeepneys going to Baclaran makes a temporary stop to wait for passengers. Here begins the point of no return. This is where Kitsune accepts the fact that his destination is getting nearer and nearer to him.
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 front side is obscured 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 even asked the security guard watching over 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 hidden canopy of plants greeted him. At the far end of the garden lies a glass door that leads to the reception area. Here, he met two other guys who were just about to enter the Mansion as well.
Being a first-timer, Kitsune let the two folks be attended first. Observing the two guys before him, he noticed that the first one is a tall, slim Chinese foreigner, while his companion is a gym-fit, semikal guy. This semikal guy appears to know the place very well. The Chinese he brought to the place is a first timer like him. When they finally entered the last door leading to the other side, Kitsune asked the receptionist the procedures to become a member of this exclusive club among men, who shares the same affinity with him.
"May I ask for your ID sir?" The cute, fair skinned male receptionist asked him.
Kitsune gave his school ID.
"Thank you sir," the receptionist 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 is a big and small towel and a pair of slippers which he would use inside the club. When the transaction was finally over, the receptionist opened the lock to the last door that finally revealed to him what's on the other side.
"If this is my kind of paradise, I can't help but imagine what carnal things the men are doing beyond the lounge area," Kitsune said, while puffing a stick of Malboro Lights. His hand is still shaking while recalling his first-time experience to me.
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Now, I perfectly understand why you ranted in one of your notty entries before how the sight of half-naked guys with bulging tummies and sagging man-boobies turned you off, when you were the one standing there, at the "Mansion's" darkest spots.
I remembered 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, subconsciously. One night, when boredom suddenly hit him, Kitsune realized that he needed some thrill. "After all," according to him. "The night is still young and so is he."
So he rode a jeep at Buendia going to Taft Avenue. His plan was actually to attend a party at Govenrment only to find out that he went a week earlier than the supposed event. Embarrassed in his situation, he left the club and went to spend a PLU night anyway. The problem was where he would go. Palawan is so far away and it would be awkward to return to Cubao, since it was his first destination when he set to go out that evening. So he consulted me if BED would have a good party vibes on a Thursday night. I told him that the White Party is just days away, 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 dance alone in the dancefloor, he thought of a nastier night-out instead.
When he reached the intersection where the LRT Station casts a dark shadow on the street below, instead of getting off at Taft Avenue, 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 heads off to Baclaran. He got off the jeep and crossed Buendia to the other side, where the jeepneys going to Baclaran makes a temporary stop to wait for passengers. Here begins the point of no return. This is where Kitsune accepts the fact that his destination is getting nearer and nearer to him.
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 front side is obscured 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 even asked the security guard watching over 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 hidden canopy of plants greeted him. At the far end of the garden lies a glass door that leads to the reception area. Here, he met two other guys who were just about to enter the Mansion as well.
Being a first-timer, Kitsune let the two folks be attended first. Observing the two guys before him, he noticed that the first one is a tall, slim Chinese foreigner, while his companion is a gym-fit, semikal guy. This semikal guy appears to know the place very well. The Chinese he brought to the place is a first timer like him. When they finally entered the last door leading to the other side, Kitsune asked the receptionist the procedures to become a member of this exclusive club among men, who shares the same affinity with him.
"May I ask for your ID sir?" The cute, fair skinned male receptionist asked him.
Kitsune gave his school ID.
"Thank you sir," the receptionist 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 is a big and small towel and a pair of slippers which he would use inside the club. When the transaction was finally over, the receptionist opened the lock to the last door that finally revealed to him what's on the other side.
"If this is my kind of paradise, I can't help but imagine what carnal things the men are doing beyond the lounge area," Kitsune said, while puffing a stick of Malboro Lights. His hand is still shaking while recalling his first-time experience to me.
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