Those red, dotted lights…

The first one was out of curiosity.

The second one was to celebrate.

The third…

It was really dark. Even my 20/20 vision did not surpass the dimmest place I’ve been to since I learned to close my eyes intentionally in broad daylight. All you had to do was to muster enough courage to walk through the corridors, beam your most charming smile and act like you’re the sexiest man alive.

Like most of my past experiences, this was indeed unforgettable. Believe it or not, I never imagined being in such place before. For me it was among the last venues that I would explore to express myself. I guess the queer in me wanted to be touched and be explored in a very dirty way for once—or twice…

Though it seems that I am ashamed, I am not.

The thing is after that second successful attempt, I found myself in a Final Destination-like event. Two things: 1) I was almost hit by a van whose being driven backwards by a stupid driver, and 2) the bus I rode was hit by an another bus in the same fleet. Weird was it? Yes.

Am I still up for a third time? I...