Yesterday I went out shopping with my good friend in downtown. When we left the mall, being a poor student, I asked her if she would mind if I shared her monthly transit pass and she was fine with it. We decided I would go in first and her second.
I got inside, slipping the transit pass inside the shopping bag. I pretended I took one of her bags by mistake, handed it back to her over the gates at the station and waved good bye. Then I walked over to the platform waiting for her to get in. Obviously, while doing the 'transaction', I was being very sensitive and cautious about the multiple transit staff standing around and the ceiling-mounted cctv cameras overwatching us.
There was this boy with anchor tattoos on both arms, which I assumed to be gay or queer, wondering close by. I vaguely remembered I saw him at H&M when I was looking for my friend, just before we decided to leave the shopping mall. I noticed and remembered him because of the way he donned campness, which was something I've learn and discussed in class. (Yes I'm a geek. I actually tried to link what I learn at school to daily lives.)
Even my body was walking towards the platform to avoid suspicion, my eyes kept on starring at the entrance lobby area just so I wouldn't lost my friend. So I sat down on a bench, waiting for her to come over without losing myself within a crowd of people that came in before she did. This boy, yes the sailor-looking-campy-possibly-gay-or-queer boy, twirled in a loop or two, right in front of me. At that time I thought, perhaps that was his cruising dance for his next target, who managed to be around me - I mean, who knows, there were gazillion number of people on the platform waiting for the train.
Then I saw my friend walking right pass me without noticing, I immediately stood up and tapped her, and we walked further down the platform. We waited close to the wall for the train.
The boy appeared once again, twirling and wiggling his bum casually at the edge of the platform, 3-4m away from me. I thought, stuff like this only happened in gay bars or in the 70s, no? (for reference, in the movie Milk, Harvey picked up Scott on the subway stairs) Was he really that desperate?
The train came. my friend and I found a spot to sit down, and we started talking about our dinner plan. For the one last time, the boy twirled through the vetical metal bars in front of my eyes once more, making sure he had caught my eye of ignorance. Then he danced himself and disappeared within the crowd on the train cart.
F*CK was what I had on my mind.
2011/04/24
*Read the previous stories, Things are funny isn't it VII, here: http://threequartertranslation.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-things-are-funny-isnt-it-vii.html
I got inside, slipping the transit pass inside the shopping bag. I pretended I took one of her bags by mistake, handed it back to her over the gates at the station and waved good bye. Then I walked over to the platform waiting for her to get in. Obviously, while doing the 'transaction', I was being very sensitive and cautious about the multiple transit staff standing around and the ceiling-mounted cctv cameras overwatching us.
There was this boy with anchor tattoos on both arms, which I assumed to be gay or queer, wondering close by. I vaguely remembered I saw him at H&M when I was looking for my friend, just before we decided to leave the shopping mall. I noticed and remembered him because of the way he donned campness, which was something I've learn and discussed in class. (Yes I'm a geek. I actually tried to link what I learn at school to daily lives.)
Even my body was walking towards the platform to avoid suspicion, my eyes kept on starring at the entrance lobby area just so I wouldn't lost my friend. So I sat down on a bench, waiting for her to come over without losing myself within a crowd of people that came in before she did. This boy, yes the sailor-looking-campy-possibly-gay-or-queer boy, twirled in a loop or two, right in front of me. At that time I thought, perhaps that was his cruising dance for his next target, who managed to be around me - I mean, who knows, there were gazillion number of people on the platform waiting for the train.
Then I saw my friend walking right pass me without noticing, I immediately stood up and tapped her, and we walked further down the platform. We waited close to the wall for the train.
The boy appeared once again, twirling and wiggling his bum casually at the edge of the platform, 3-4m away from me. I thought, stuff like this only happened in gay bars or in the 70s, no? (for reference, in the movie Milk, Harvey picked up Scott on the subway stairs) Was he really that desperate?
The train came. my friend and I found a spot to sit down, and we started talking about our dinner plan. For the one last time, the boy twirled through the vetical metal bars in front of my eyes once more, making sure he had caught my eye of ignorance. Then he danced himself and disappeared within the crowd on the train cart.
F*CK was what I had on my mind.
2011/04/24
*Read the previous stories, Things are funny isn't it VII, here: http://threequartertranslation.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-things-are-funny-isnt-it-vii.html
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