When Uniforms are Gone

If you work in McKinley Hill, do tell me. Message me on PR.

Anyway.

Office romance. Well I'd like to think it is. Ok fine. It's not. I just like looking at them. Around 4 guys to be exact. A Chinese guy, and I mean Chinese. A Filipino-Chinese, see the difference? A moreno guy. And Mr. I can't believe you're actually that hot.

Names - in order - Julian, Kev, Kenny, and a guy whose name I still do not know.

Well anyway. I think Julian knows I like him. He must've noticed how I kept glancing to his work station. He's pretty thin for my taste. Kind of geeky, but with a really handsome Dolce and Gabba like face (you know, those, young and fresh looking boys).

Kev, I like him - but he's too pretty for me. And I mean pretty. He's got porcelain skin. Despite his little problem with acne, his face is still so gorgeously beautiful. His fashion's pretty much like that of a skater. He has some love handles - which I fortunately saw in our dressing area. Sometimes, when we catch each other's eyes, I feel like there's an understanding there somewhere. It just feels so surreal when you look at him - he's like a friggin mannequin made into life.

Kenny. I mentioned him before. He's cute, not so cute, but cute enough. With glasses. But I never had the instance to be close enough to his space. Unlike the ones above, and the one below.

Mr. Hottie. Ah. I never expected he'd be so hot. He's a friend of a friend so whenever I'd greet my friend, he'd just hang around waiting for our friend to leave with him. I don't know if he stares at me because I'm keeping them from walking, or that maybe he thinks I'm into him. Which I am now. Because damn, he's got some muscles on him. It was our sportsfest that day, and he wore a very revealing jersey. He's got an earring in his left ear - screams gay to me. I really hope he is though. He's not that hot, but I really think when you undress him, you'd melt.

Just had to release some "emotions." I really do hope I'd find someone in the office. At least for a date. Or for, maybe more.
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On Coming Out

I know, I haven't been blogging for quite some time now. But on my way to work, I figured how I'll end my torment.
And I figured something which I believe others would likely follow.
Surely, guys who are, how do we call them - confused? Know for a fact that people will tend to tell them that they should "come out when they are ready." Or for others, "it's not about what people think."
What they obviously leave behind is who they are in the process of trying to follow these principles. It's not about proclaiming to the world WHO YOU ARE, but rather, WHAT YOU CAN DO.
So fuck all the pretenses. Or all the judgments of other people.
Just be - as the cliche goes - true to yourself. Act according to what FEELS RIGHT FOR YOU.
If you don't like it when people judge you - then fine. Leave it there. Live a hidden life. And just let time run its course if it's willing to "out" you.
If you just want to live, and get all the questions over with. Then go ahead. Shout it out. For all you know, it opens up new chapters for you.

In my case, I'm not comfortable with it yet. I know what I want and that's to have children, to marry a girl who would be willing to accept my flaws.
Point is, I'll keep it secret. I won't decide on who I am based on a question that someone raises. I'll just say it if I want to.