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Qwertyman for Monday, August 5,

SOME DAYS, I swear, when I open my Facebook feed, I’m met by a flood of vexatious perspective certain to initiate my worst reflexes. Much as I’m tempted to respond, I rarely accomplish, knowing that FB comments don’t really soften hearts and minds, but only make them harder. Also, I’m not the witty sort with one-liners that will go viral; my thoughts and words like to ramble and even lose their way, but at least you know it’s not AI or the “Forward” button at work.

Two topics did get me worked up a bit last week, and I’m going to use this column to inscribe the kind of longish social-media comment no one will read. You’ll identify both issues instantly if you haven’t been living under a rock.

The first was that picture of a seated gay “personality” (I’m never quite sure how persons get “personalities”) lecturing a waiter standing at parade-rest, reportedly for two hours, on gender sensitivity, all because he called her “Sir.” 

There’s a part of me that understands how and why that happened. Some will call this silly wokenes

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