Frenemies...

Frenemies (n. pl) two friends who are always fighting it out for everything. That’s a word of the month for March from my Sex And The City calendar. Just came from a birthday party, and it was a total letdown. I was so excited to go earlier that day since it was supposed to be the birthday cum going away party of someone I thought was a good friend. She introduced me to a roomful of strangers, and it goes something like this, verbatim, “This is my gay friend, Jake!”. How’s that for an introduction? The last time I checked on Emily Post’s Ms. Manners On Party Etiquitte, a host should be a gracious one, with the comfort and well-being of guests as their utmost concerns since those people took the time out to attend the host’s party. Lady hosts should be a lady, and as defined by Mr. Webster, a lady is someone that makes sure everyone is comfortable. Guests should have fun in one's party, not miseries. That's why hosts make sure that they don't invite the mistress if they know that Mr. and Mrs. will be coming, or they don't sit together former couple who are on a warpathI know that I am gay, my blog readers know that I am gay, my friendsters’ list knows I am gay, heck, I guess even my parents know that I am gay. And I don’t care, since those are in my immediate circle, but to be introduced in a room for the first time as someone gay, that’s for the books. What happened to ole’ good manners such as introducing someone as “ This is my good friend Jake, Jake, this is everyone”. Some people turn a year older with their manners misplaced along the way. I admit that me myself is guilty of bad manners, of lack of tact. Maybe it has something to do with age, am I being too sensitive? Too onion-skinned? After that introduction, I just left the room and watched TV, sulking the night away. She approached me to say sorry and explained that everybody knows that I am gay, especially those people in the room. Hello? Are we being redundant? If they already knew, why do you have to announce it? Common sense explains that things are explanatory, if they know it, then you don’t have to announce it. How about my own sense of accomplishments? Like among those people in the room, I am the oldest, and I have the highest educational attainment, I have post-graduate degree, can we talk about that instead of my homosexuality? As much as I want to stay and get to know the people, especially the hot guys, now they will be thinking that I am after them and to get them to go to bed with me. That’s the problem with homosexuality, people tend to forget that we are also people who have feelings. So much for political correctness, people still call disabled people as disabled, not different-abled, the mongoloids as mongoloids, not mentally-challenged, the psychos as psychos, not mentally-disturbed. And just like the way I was treated, I just took a French leave, no polite goodbyes, nothing. I am really tempted to invite that friend to a party and introduce her as “This is my slut friend…”. However, she will dispute that fact, even if she stayed up with me early on until morning in some strangers’ room in Boracay, people that we just have met. Or how about this, “This is my mediocre writer/stylist friend of mine….”, who just barged into my place in a drop of a coin because she needed some pep talk because the guy he was chasing was chasing other girls. Or hang out with me during my freetime with friends and try to accommodate her since she has nobody to hang out with. And the irony of it all, he forgave that guy who was a jerk just like her, so maybe they deserve each other after all. And me, after her so much counseling that I leave my hot ex since misery loves company, I am no longer with a hot BF and she made it to a point that I won’t get a possible replacement in her party because she wanted them all for herself, so she announced that I am gay so that all the guys’ homophobia will be raised to the 9th stage of alarm and it was a sure way to keep away from me with a totem pole. And just like Spidey, I am left with a question, Is it a gift or a curse? I mean my homosexuality. Another Friday night wasted away, I should have just stayed home and watch “Bubble Gang” instead, at least that would be fun.