| my tattoo: it's in Inuit and it's only me who knows what it means |
So when I got home I texted my friend if he already reached homebase and what silly explanation did he tell his mom. He said he had to drop me to my house all the way in the southern part of the metropolis, that's why it took him time to go home since he lives in the opposite part (the "North"). We actually met in Makati, which is the central business district and is also at the center. I realized that it's actually very easy for gay people to find excuses or lies to people since most of them, rather us, have lived in the closet first especially if you haven't outed yourself to some. What really happened was, I was driving a car and no, no one sent me off or tailed me going home.
The connection to the picture is like my sexuality, my parents don't know yet of me having a tattoo. I know they should know, and of course I will let them know, but if you have very religious, and very conservative parents, would you do so if you don't want to risk eviction? Besides, my parents just got back again and honestly, we've been having communication issues since they came back, which adds to the pressure of denying them the truth for now.
By the way, if you're curious the tattoo's been with me since January of last year, the 9th, during my parent's 22nd wedding anniversary and that time they were still in Brunei and they don't know what I've been doing while they were away. Let's just say my parents haven't seen me completely topless for like two years now, since the last time was when we had a beach outing together.
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