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Cebu’s hidden treasure

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Outrage Magazine | 15 July 2012

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If you are going to visit the Queen city of the South, Cebu, you definitely need to try the city’s most famous Brian’s Ribs.

From the outside, the place doesn’t look much, with its old finish, which brings you back to the Spanish times; and an interior that gives a homey feel. It’s (just) a house turned into a restaurant, after all. But they serve the most famous ribs in the city – recommended by locals to tourists.

The restaurant is called Casa Verde.  It is located near Fuente Osmeña, #69 Lim Tian Teng Street, near F. Ramos Street, a walking distance from the Crown Regency Hotel.

The place is divided into two areas: the outdoors– a mini garden set-up, with only fans for air circulation; and the air-conditioned area. All their tables and chairs are made of wood. When you enter the restaurant, a yellow lit interior will greet you. There’s no fancy and colorful decorations, only the simplicity of the restaurant, making the place classy.

Casa Verde is famous for its big servings.

For starters, try Bacon and Cheese Potato Skins – thick potato skins with melted cheese, bacon and chives, served with sour cream. Then try their best seller, the Watermelon Salad. It’s a refreshing combination of watermelon cubes served over crisp lettuce, mango strips, jicama and nuts, and then drizzled with their sesame seed dressing. The presentation of the salad will entice you. The juicy taste of watermelon and the crunchiness of the nuts mixed with the sesame seed dressing will definitely whet your appetite.

After you finish your starter, brace yourself for Casa Verde’s Brian’s Ribs, baked pork ribs with a sweet, tangy piquet sauce served with rice, corn and carrots. They serve their tasty ribs on a big plate. The tasty meat falling off the ribs topped with the sweet and peppery sauce, is as good as they describe it.

And if you’re in for another big treat, their other main attraction is the Milky Way. Served in a tall, large glass, it’s one of the biggest milkshakes in the country, a large chocolatey shake good enough for you and your partner.

Other bestsellers are:

The Dax.A combination of USDA round steak drizzled with brown sauce and onions with a catch of tavern shrimps paired with tartar sauce and served with harvest rice and vegetable medley. Surf & Turf, which is USDA round steak charbroiled to order, drizzled with balsamic glaze and a skewer of succulent shrimps and vegetable medley; and served with harvest rice. David Dean’s Tenderloin, which is one USDA steak on top of a mound of mashed potato and sprinkled with cheese; served with demi-glaze and garnished with fried onions and roasted onions. Seafood Carbonara, which has shrimps and squid in rich creamy white sauce. And the Count of Monte Cristo, sandwich stacked with ham, turkey, Swiss and American cheese on white bread then battered and fried ’till golden, and then dusted with powdered sugar and served with raspberry preserved.

For dessert, their bestsellers are:

Victoria’s Peak, which are peanut butter cookie bits, chopped peanuts, chocolate fudge, peanut butter in between chocolate and vanilla ice cream on top of a chocolate cookie crust with whipped cream and topped with cherry and drizzled with chocolate syrup and caramel sauce. Death by Chocolate – they say that this dessert is to die for, as this is a combination of chocolate and nutty rocky road ice cream mixed with chocolate bar bits on a bed of chocolate syrup. And Michael’s Obsession, a chunky chewy brownie base topped with vanilla ice cream, drizzled with chocolate syrup and a cloud of whipped cream.

A budget of P300 to 400 per person will satisfy and leave you wanting more.

So the next time you visit the Queen City of the South, drop by Casa Verde and indulge your taste buds with their special offerings.

Casa Verde has three branches in Cebu. Its main branch is the one near Fuente Osmeña, at #69 Lim Tian Teng Street, near F. Ramos Street; another two is located in IT Park and in Ayala Center.

 

(Outrage Magazine remains the only publication for the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community in the Philippines.)

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Familial support

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Outrage Magazine | 23 June 2012

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They are the parents, family and friends of people who identify themselves as gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transgender. They are considered as the strongest support group of the members of the LGBTs.

Parents, Family and Friends of Lesbians and Gays or PFLAG is a non-profit, all volunteer organization that functions through the support of parents, family and friends of LGBTs. Members include parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents, members of the LGBT community and their friends who have the same standpoint that everyone regardless of their gender should be able to enjoy justice and equal rights.

The Philadelphia chapter of PFLAG is one the largest and oldest chapters, its main headquarters in Washington, D.C.

PFLAG’s foundation as an organization for the LGBTs is to offer support, education and advocacy. Members believe that every parent, friends and family members and LGBTs who wishes to, or just recently came out to their parents, is on a journey to acceptance and beyond as far as the LGBT community and related issues are concerned. For them, it’s a continuing learning and growing process about the realities and the norms of living in a community where LGBTs are stereotyped.

The story of Frances

Frances, a mother, and the president of PFLAG in 2002, recalls a life changing incident when her daughter came out to her. It happened on a February during the 1990s, when Frances received a letter from her daughter, Kerry.

She was very reluctant to open the letter, even if it was already two weeks since she got it. Frances already had a clue what’s written on the letter, but she was afraid to read and face it.

Kerry, who was in college at that time, was in the middle of her degree. The easiest way she knew, then to let her mother know about her sexuality was through a letter. And the emotional drawback of her actions had not been that easy.

Frances’ husband insisted that they open the letter together, and discuss what’s written. True to Frances’ instinct, their daughter came out, telling them that she’s a lesbian.

It was an emotional situation for the entire family. They lost contact of Kerry, who started to fail in her studies, and was dropping out of college because she was breaking down after she came to terms with her sexuality.

“It was a very hard time for me when Kerry came out. I cried for several days, not because my daughter is gay or because I feel bad because she’s gay, but because she was leaving, she was going away,” Frances said.

Frances, went to PFLAG for support and enlightenment to what happened to her daughter. After talking to other members of the organization, it became easier for her to accept and slowly started communicating with her daughter again.

Now, they are on very good terms. Kerry married her girlfriend and they have twin little girls. Their relationship, as family, has been stronger than years ago. Frances and Kerry understood and now feel that family ties is stronger than whatever obstacles that may come along their way.

The story of John

John is a father of an 18-year old gay boy. His son came out to him five years ago, almost the same time when older students started to bully him in school.

It was a hard time for the whole family; they didn’t know what to do with the older students in school. John tried to talk to the school authorities to discuss the bullying, but they refused to acknowledge it. He then went to PFLAG to ask for support. The organization together with John found a way to set up several meetings with the school authorities and explained to them about the bullying.

“The school environment is very dangerous for the kids, especially the ones who are just coming out and dealing with their sexuality. We, parents, should spend more time with our kids and talk to them, and know how they are doing outside our home,” John explained.

PFLAG provides opportunity for dialogue about sexual orientation and gender identity, and acts to create a society that is healthy and respectful of human diversity. Thus, parents, family members and friends who are in a difficult situation with a family member who is an LGBT, can easily contact PFLAG, and they will set a meeting and counseling with other members of the organization. They have small group discussions between members, where they share their stories about their struggle in accepting their LGBT family members and friends.

The center is open for any new members who are experiencing problems in coming to terms in accepting and understanding what their LGBT family members are going through or for anyone who needs support. And through understanding, they can create a support system which serve as stronghold for a good family relationship.

In the Philippines, there is still no well-built organization that supports LGBTs who experience indifference from their parents and family members. The existing organizations only function as: research and gathering of data about anything and everything LGBT related in the Philippines, a political party, and other LGBT related matters.

LGBTs don’t get enough emotional support from their parents and family members after they come out. The only way they can communicate with their family members is through their friends; worse, they don’t have any way to do so, and for this reason, they tend to just grow apart from their families.

 

Patrick King Pascual filed this report while on a reporting tour in the United States, sponsored by the State Department Foreign Press Center, entitled “A Developing Narrative: LGBT Rights and Issues in the United States.”

(Outrage Magazine remains the only publication for the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community in the Philippines.)

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The mis-portrayal of LGBTs in the Philippines

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Outrage Magazine | 13 July 2012

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Many critics and non-believers argue that the need for an LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) political party like Ladlad to look out for the protection, rights and welfare of its members, or the passage of the Anti-Discrimination Bill is no longer needed in our country.

“The LGBTs are already tolerated in the Philippines, what’s the use of an LGBT political party and why do they still need to fight for their rights?” a leader of a religious group said in an interview.

The LGBTs are not asking to be tolerated, they are asking to be accepted.

If they are just looking for tolerance then it’s an easy fight; they can stage a weekly Ms. Gay pageant in every city and barangay and let the heterosexuals consider and stereotype them as entertainers and call them names when they parade on stage in their swimsuits and evening gowns.

It’s funny to know that after every beauty pageant, after they remove the make-up from their faces, while walking with their other gay friends, the contestants are engaged in sexual conversations by some members of the heterosexual audience, who were cheering and jeering during the pageant.  They are persuaded to have sex with them for a given price. The LGBTs may always show a happy front when confronting this, but if you will look closely, this qualifies as a form of harassment.

In a television program months ago, a prominent news anchor gave a comment on one of the running news stories about the shooting in a mall that involved two young boys, by telling the audience that it was the media’s fault, that when someone opens the television, everything they see are all gay things, the same thing in the Internet and in social networking sites. Since these just allow gay things to be put up and be readily available for everyone to see, this encourages the kids who are in their early ages to flaunt their gayness.

He also said that it was a wake-up call to everyone, to rethink the tolerance and acceptance the general public is giving the LGBTs.

The comment was baseless and out of context. The news story was about a shooting incident at a mall, where there was an obvious lapse in the security of the mall, that’s why the two minors walked past the entrance carrying a handgun. It was NOT about whether the two minors were really in a relationship or not.

Major newscasts were very careful when they reported the story, almost all of the news programs’ lead in the story was: “Dalawang menor de edad na lalake, nagbarilan sa loob ng mall…”, but they never called or labelled them as “bakla” or third sex.

The analysis the news anchor made in his segment deviated from the real issue of the incident, which was the lack of guidance of both the victims’ parents. Everything starts from there, from your family, not in the media, not in any social networking sites, not anywhere online.

Another disturbing thing about the news anchor was his constant usage of the term “third sex” when he talked about LGBTs.

Labeling the LGBTs as “third sex” is an unacceptable and very discriminating. Does this mean that males are the “first sex” and the females are the “second sex”? A hierarchy?!

In the movie, Zombadings 1: Patayin sa Shokot si Remington – which is a story of a young heterosexual boy named Remington, who mocks gay men and was cursed to become gay when he grows older. When he turned 15, this came true, and at a time when gay killings were happening in the character’s place, so the search for a “cure” became important and a must – the premise of the movie gives the audience a lot of misinformation and adds fuel to the hatred the LGBTs are experiencing.

Michael David C. Tan of Outrage Magazine gave a point-to-point discussion of what makes the film abhorrent, and let me quote:

  • Being gay is not a sumpa. The entire movie was based on the premise that Remington being cursed to become gay for ridiculing gay people, highlighting what is believed to be the worst thing that can happen to any person. In doing this, the film – even if arguably not intentionally – promoted that homosexuality can be “cured”.
  • The film focuses on the supposed predatory nature of gays – e.g. Remington is unable to work with men when they started taking their shirts off because all he wanted was to idolize their male bodies. The portrayal of gay men that Zombadings made only shows that they cannot be trusted, particularly when around men, since they always have intent to have sex with them.
  • Stereotyping of the characters; the film portrays all gay men with pilantik of fingers, cat fights between gay people because they are too weak to fight, transitioning to transsexualism as soon as gender-identification happens. The characters don’t have to dress like women or put on make-up like women or sashayed while walking like women – acts deemed that only women should be doing – just so they can be identified as gays.

“People who have watched Zombadings may like the movie because it’s funny and because of the actors in it, but laughing at something that is false, and at other people’s misfortunes is in no way funny.”

A straight acting gay who works in a corporate world was teased by his colleague, calling him “Remington” after seeing the movie trailer several times on television. The name-calling is a form of stereotyping and degradation of the gay’s self-confidence and image in the workplace.

Gay men, LGBTs, are being discriminated – in FACT, there are those who are being deprived of their rights and even being killed everyday. The kind of portrayal and characterization Zombadings and the news anchor made only contributed to the stereotyped perception and miseducation of heterosexuals and haters alike.

 

(Outrage Magazine remains the only publication for the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community in the Philippines.)

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Whiskey

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Outrage Magazine | 07 July 2012

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It was 2008.

He was tall, white and handsome. He was manly, well-built and smooth. He was strong, hard and endowed. He was sweating, smiling and satisfied. I don’t remember his name, but his whiskey flavored breath still lingers.

It was 11:oo in the evening, I logged on to mIRC. A few minutes later, someone messaged me, asking for my stats and location. I replied with my photos.

“Do you want to have a threesome?” he replied.

I was hesitant, I wasn’t really in the mood to have a threesome that night. I didn’t answer his question; instead, I asked for his stats and photos.

It took him several minutes to reply.

Another chatter messaged, asking for my stats and location. I replied with the infos, and he said that he’s looking for a threesome.

Quite a coincidence, I thought.

I still haven’t made up my mind whether to go through with the threesome offer of Chatter#1, but then I thought, “Oh what the heck, got to try something different every now and then!”

And so I messaged Chatter#1, “Tara! Want to have threesome with you. I’m also chatting with someone who’s also looking for a threesome, I’ll invite him.”

“Sure. What’s you mobile number and exact address? There’s space for parking in your area, right?” Chatter#1 asked.

“Yup!” I replied along with my other info.

After inviting and arranging the meet-up with Chatter#2, I went to the terrace and lit a Marlboro and got into thinking: “Are we gays like other individuals who are super sexually active, unconsciously answering the need to try something new every now and then when it comes to sex, so we won’t feel bored and monotonous in bed?”

After 30 minutes, my phone beeped. I went back inside and checked my phone, it was Chatter#1. “I’m already outside your house.”

I went out on the terrace again and looked. I saw a black Expedition parking in front of my house, while a black Honda parked on the other side, its door opened, and I saw Chatter#2 went down, as he fixed himself.

My heart was rushing, beating really hard. I went down to open the gate.

I was wearing my Nike boxer shorts and a white tank top, puffed a freshly lit Marlboro while I waited for Chatter#1 to get out of his car.

As the black Expedition opened, I sucked hard on my cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out.

He was tall, white and handsome.

He approached me, Chatter#2 followed, introduced himself and reached for my hand.

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We went inside my room.

He was wearing a white polo barong uniform, black slacks and leather shoes.

He pulled me closer, planted a kiss, an aggressive and passionate kiss. I tasted Whiskey on his lips and tongue. It was addicting.

I removed his top, he removed the white shirt he was wearing underneath. I kissed him again. He held my head as he pushed me on the bed, as he slowly stripped his pants down.

Chatter#2, Mr. Wallflower, just sat across the room and watched Mr. Whiskey dominate me.

We were both naked. I was on top while kissing his thin red lips. He pushed my head lower and lower. I started on his hard pecs, caressed his nipples with my tongue.

I made a trail down to his abs, and before I reached his already hard manhood, I stopped. Positioned myself in between his legs, held him on my right hand and took a good look of it.

He was at least seven and half inches. Topped with a cherry-like head.

Mr. Whiskey reached for my head and lowered it. He rewarded my effort with strong moans.

I went faster; while my hands reached for his chest and taint. All the muscles on his body flexed.

After several deepthroats, moan after moan, he pulled me up, looked at my face and kissed me.

He was strong, hard and endowed.

He signaled to Mr. Wallflower to come closer, he removed his shirt. And pulled him on top of the bed.

I reached for Mr. Wallflower’s manhood, he was average, nothing remarkable. Gave him head for a bit and returned to Mr. Whiskey.

I don’t know if it was Mr. Whiskey’s perfect face and body or the smell and taste of whiskey that pulled me closer and preferred him over Mr. Wallflower.

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After several minutes of kissing, giving Mr. Whiskey head, and several failed attempts of Mr. Wallflower to join in, Mr. Whiskey stood up and asked me to lay flat on the bed.

He reached for his pants, took a condom and wore it.

He pulled my legs up, leaned towards me, kissed me and slowly went down to my ass.

The smell and taste of whiskey was all over me.

Mr. Whiskey entered me.

He pulled Mr. Wallflower closer to my face, and asked me to give him head, I nodded but I just held it on my right hand and jerked it while I fully enjoy Mr. Whiskey’s pumping.

Seeing someone on top of you who is giving his best in every pump he makes, is priceless. I didn’t want it to end, I wanted it to go on forever.

He pumped faster and faster, placed my legs on his shoulders. I was signaling to him to go slow, because I’m close.

Mr. Whiskey ignored me and pumped harder. I came on my chest and on my chin.

I came without touching myself, it was that good. He played with my cum as he continued pumping.

And then, after a minute or two, I heard the loudest moan ever. I felt something hot inside, he was panting hard. He came. I felt his sweat dripping on my face. He slowly released my legs, and pulled himself out.

He was sweating, smiling and satisfied.

We completely forgot Mr. Wallflower. I reached for him and jerked him off. He came on my hand. And he looked unsatisfied, but I didn’t mind.

Mr. Whiskey went to the bathroom, fixed himself and went back to the room.

We chatted a little. I learned that Mr. Wallflower was Mr. Whiskey’s friend. And that they’ve been planning to have a threesome with someone for a really long time, just to try it.

They left at around two in the morning.

I lit my third Marlboro of the the night, opened a bottle of beer, and went out of the terrace to get some fresh air…

He was tall, white and handsome. He was manly, well-built and smooth. He was strong, hard and endowed. He was sweating, smiling and satisfied. I don’t remember his name, but his whiskey flavored breath still lingers.

 

(Outrage Magazine remains the only publication for the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community in the Philippines.)

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By the Numbers

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Outrage Magazine | 06 February 2012

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It’s the club in the middle of Mango Square. It’s where Geri Halliwell’s It’s Raining Men was shamelessly mashed-up with Rihanna’s Only Girl (In The World) – and surprisingly worked!

It’s the club where most tourists and locals prefer to party pre-Sinulog grand parade.

Welcome to Numero Doce, the only gay dance club in Cebu. It has been dubbed as the ‘O Bar’ equivalent of the city, a euphoria feel of eternal Malate.

Clubgoers vary from young urban professionals, twinks to Kingkong Barbies, Cebuano locals, foreigners, to drag queens – a mix of people who follow the trends of Western clubbing.

The choice of music played throughout the night varies from 90′s to recent pop chart toppers. With the likes of Spice Girls, Kylie Minogue, Madonna, Beyonce, Daft Punk, David Guetta and many more, to hardcore techno, house remixes, RnB and hip hop, and of course, anthems we unconsciously memorized each lines.

Numero Doce is also known for their signature frozen cocktail drinks served in a pitcher; ‘Blue Kamikazee” and ‘Strawberry Margarita” are the most popular among the variety of mixes.

So next time you visit the Queen City of the South, don’t forget to check out Numero Doce in Mango Square Mall, located in the heart of Uptown Cebu.

 

(Outrage Magazine remains the only publication for the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community in the Philippines.)

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Written by Patrick King Pascual

July 14, 2012 at 11:19 am

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