Skip to main content

yesterday

yesterday, i told my students i will not come to class because i will go to the rally. many people came. we had to form, in haste, the lesbians and gays laban kay gloria (LAGLAG) because our group Ang Ladlad has yet to form a consensus regarding our stand for or against gma.

and so we were there, in estrella corner edsa, when media came. the other groups rushed to media with their leaflets, brochures, et al. politely, media talked to them, then rushed to our group to interview us. one lady beside me spat her words: "ang konti-konti ninyo, bakit kayo ang kinakausap ng media? bakit hindi kami?"

because our placards are colorful. we use poster color, attach butterflies, paint flowers, a stretch of sky.

because our words are not cliches. how many times could you say oust gloria without sounding so, duh. so we had: it's time to go, tita glo. or gloria arroyo, babu. or ate glo, go na!

because we do not thrust our badly-written brochures into the noses of media people.

and so we marched, squeezed in between and among laban ng masa (dodong and princess nemenzo greeted me), akbayan (tita etta rosales and i smiled at each other), suara bangsamoro (where the muslim leaders said good words about me in 2010), pdp-laban (who told me they have begun campaigning for me in laguna and cavite), and the magdalo wives (who were delighted when i said i campaigned for sonny trillanes in 2007, and said they would help, too, in 2010). i posed for pictures with people i do not know, signed copies of ladlad that some people had (why, i did not know), smiled and shook the hands of complete strangers. now that i think about it, it suddenly felt like a 2010 campaign, even though i had no barkers or advance party or PRs hovering about.

it was a gathering of people from all persuasions. there were lots of lesbians and gays, but they were scattered in the various groups -- school groups, NGOs, office people. how did i know? gaydar. and some wore clothes outlandish enough even for pride marches. bongga.

as for the query regarding be not afraid, they were there, along with sen ping lacson. also bangon pilipinas, with eddie villanueva. and the angelic choirs of jun lozada -- that brave soul. when he first testified in senate, i was there and when he walked past, brother armin luistro and atty harry roque and i chatted, but i calpped loudest when lozada passed by.

yesterday, i walked for miles and miles and miles -- arthritic knees, UTI-infected kidney, asthma and all. but it was a small sacrifice to be able to join almost a hundred thousand people on the street. do not believe the police when they said there were only 10,000. our police intelligence has long lost their intelligence.

save for a few, hardy few, police and military officers (below general level) who tell me they are just biding their time.

biding their time.

Comments

elayas said…
bidding their time?

wow sounds coup...ahehehe

dumaan at nakibalita. i sometimes read your column in psn...hmmm kilala nyo po ba si g. dasca doble?

[yas]

Popular posts from this blog

The Heart of Summer, a short story

On the first day of April, we moved to a row house in a subdivision carved out of the Antipolo hills. A row house is a nice word for houses that somehow managed to fit into 120-square-meter lots. They looked like matchboxes, really, built near the riverbank. The larger houses, of course, stood grandly at the center of the village, in front of the chapel. We’d be renting the house from the mayor’s mistress, one of three houses she owned there.

The living room of the house spilled over into the kitchen. The house only had two tiny rooms, but it was enough for us. The owner of the apartment we had been renting in Project 4 wrote to us (in pink stationery with the letterhead “Dr. Antonina Raquiza, Ph. D.”) to say that she’d raise the monthly rent to five thousand. If we couldn’t agree to her new terms, we’d have two months to leave. Mama glared at the letter, then said something obscene about our landlady’s father. A day later, she began poring over the ads, looking for cheaper rent in …

A teacher's tales

by Danton Remoto
Remote Control
www.abs-cbn.com/news

I’ve been teaching for 22 years – the longest job I’ve had. This will be my last year of teaching. I will take sabbatical leave beginning April 2009 – a paid leave for one year that senior professors take every seven years, to sleep the sleep of the and come back to school fully energized. But in my case, I will not just sleep and read and gain weight. I will spend my sabbatical leave organizing Ang Ladlad’s campaign, and my own political campaign, for the May 2010 elections.

But because I stayed here longest, that means I love this job. I admire those who’ve spent 30, 40 years teaching without repeating themselves. They’ve taught for 30, 40 different years, not just one year repeated 30, 40 times. Teachers like the now-departed Dr. Doreen G. Fernandez and the retired, but still teaching, Professor Emmanuel “Eric” Torres come to mind. Both have taught with us at the English Department of the Ateneo de Manila University.

Doreen and Eric …

Review of "Pulotgata" The Love Poems"

This is a review of my book that I just read in the Internet today. It was written by Ralph Semino Galan of UST and was published in the Inquirer. It comes in two parts.

Honeymooning with Words, Part I
by Ralph Semino Galan

Love is a favorite subject among Filipino poets, regardless of gender. For despite the influx of modern and postmodern ideologies, the pervasive influence of the Romantic spirit is still prevalent in Philippine literature, especially in poetry. It therefore comes as no surprise that even a gay-identified writer like Danton Remoto has composed extensively verses expressing the intricacies of love and lust, desire and devotion, passion and compassion.

In his third book of poetry aptly titled "Pulotgata: The Love Poems" (Pasig City: Anvil Publishing, Inc, 2004, 88 pages), Remoto delves the depths of the human heart through lyrics in English and Filipino that sing of the anxiety and the excitement, the agony and the ecstasy which accompany the act of love.

The …