go girl!

I keep getting pats on the back by email and by tagboard from friends who've read my blog: they think I'm a girl. Then, some of them who've read my entries that more than hint of my heterosexuality, they gasp and tag and comment back: syet, lalaki ka pala. I want to apologize to them—I'm not a girl—as if I let them down or deceived them or challenged the assumption that writing this girly could not possibly belong to a guy.

But I never saw my writing as girly, but simply writing.

Remember Ally Mcbeal? I keep telling friends I took male sensitivity classes, which softened up my grip-view on the world. But that's not true, I've always viewed the world this softly. Still, to be talked to as if I need to prove something called manhood: that, contrary to surface reading, I really am another hormonally poisoned brute, insensitive to the nuances of words said and the depth underneath them, evasive and elusive on commitment, lousy with house chores.

I'm still partly these things. Pero, sige, whenever I get another Go Girl! I will return the gesture with Thanks, pare, wahoooo!

I mean, how else do I prove I'm a guy?