Lay witness to my so-called fundamental existence.

Luckily, the weather wasn’t that bad although at some point, the rain came down long and hard. It’s Saturday and I was still in Davao City. It was just 5.30 pm but the sun was already out and the sky’s pitch dark. I waited for my friends from Global Diagnostics at Café Transcend on top of Ponce Suites.

The rain fell hard on the roof of Café Transcend. The weekend has started with a downpour. I waited for Aireen, Nelly and Tata, my dealer’s employees at the café. Every time I’m in Davao, we would plan a Saturday night out but the plans often would not push through. The night out that we had in mind was a trip to a gay bar in the city.

Several months before, we planned such kind of a ‘city experience.’ One time, my friends from General Santos came to Davao for my dealer’s birthday celebration, after which we went around the city to look for that specific kind of bar. Our taxi brought us to an intersection near the public medical center, only to find out that the bar had long been closed.

Our taxi driver then took us to Lanang district, only to discover that the lights were out, literally out. There was power failure in the area. Much to our dismay, we asked the driver to ask other taxi drivers thru radio if there are other bars around. We somehow toured a big portion of the city way past midnight but the search went down to nothing.

We found ourselves sitting in the Autoshop instead. The lights were restored hours after midnight. It somehow lifted our hopes of watching some ‘exotic/erotic’ performance. We left the Autoshop in a flash, hailed a taxi and hurried for Lanang. When we got there, the bar’s just minutes before closing time. We negotiated with the lesbo guard to let us all in without having to pay any entrance fee but she ‘shooed’ us away and told us to hit the road and go home. We saw the male dancers hanging out of the bar. They were perhaps ready to go home.

The very next time that I was in Davao, I planned another night out with my friends at Global Diagnostics. It fell again on a weekend. After our meeting in downtown Davao, we split up and agreed to meet at a mall after 3 hours. Minutes after 8pm, the weather suddenly turned ugly. Rain came pouring down heavy and loud. The streets were flooded.

There was heavy precipitation. I still took a bath and I changed into my street clothes, hoping that the rain would stop anytime. Luckily, it didn’t. I waited for a moment but the rain continued to pour on. I decided to call up Tata and she told me that she too was disappointed at the weather. We just called off the plan and we agreed to try it some other time.

And then the moment finally arrived, two months after.

We decided to push through with the plan. At 7pm, the girls came up to Café Transcend for dinner. It would be our first time to go to a gay bar so every one was giggling and at the same time excited. We do not know what to expect from the bar.

We hopped on a cab, and giggled our way to the city. We wanted to check out a bar at Torres St. but it turned out to be a videoke bar. I decided to hail a cab and asked the driver to take us to Lanang. I completely forgot where that bar is, but I was quite certain where to find it.

All I remembered was it’s just a couple of blocks away from the Damosa Gateway because I could vividly recall that two months ago, we walked a couple of blocks to the coffee shop after we were denied entry at the bar. I asked the cab driver to slow down and find a corner with a dirt path pointing away from the main road.

There’s an old sign that caught my attention and from that time on, I was certain that it’s what we were looking for. A signage of SALAMBAT pointed us to the where the fun was.

We were one of the earliest customers that night. It was still 9.30pm when we sat down on an old couch nearest to the stage. My friends were a bit tensed and afraid but I could sense that they were excited for the show.

The show had already started. A guy with cut-off jeans, high boots and torn shirt was gyrating to an Aegis song. At the center of the stage stood a steel pole which the guy used as an axis of rotation. He moved around the pole with his hands on the metal shaft and his boots literally pointing perpendicular to the mirrored walls. He landed on his knees and, moving up and down, he twisted his torso like a worm.

There were about sixteen dancers that night and there were quite a few stand-outs from the roster of male strippers.

There was this young stripper who gyrated and danced the entire time with a hard-on. We saw his cock head jutting out of his trunks. My friends could not understand why it remained hard all the time.  They couldn’t quite believe why the head was all violet and swollen.

There’s another guy who’s got muscles in the right places. Yet he looked like our pambansang kamao. He was the star dancer. He was the star for the night because he showed his priced possession in its full glory. For props, he brought two lighted candles for his dance. At some point, he poured the melted candles on his erect penis and on his pumped up breasts. It was painful to see him do it but then, it’s the most that a star dancer could do.

Then there’s this slightly heavy dancer with long hair but with a hairless tummy. He’s not at all cute and cuddly. He kept on kneeling and hitting the stage floor with his hands. Then he would grind for a while only to stop in the middle of his performance and approach the customers. He moved from my friends lap to another. When he was about to grind in front of me, I moved back and asked him to spare me. He went back to the stage and resumed his banging and grinding and whatever you call it.

Not all dancers looked like Manny Pacquaio. Some looked pretty cute but then we could not tell if they look really cute at daytime. I could only tell that they were paid so low, about 150 pesos for a night of dancing like an epileptic or with muscle spasms. No wonder they all wanted to be picked by a client. They were all hungry for a tip. But I was too intoxicated to even care.

 Nelly & Takeshi

Tata & Aireen

After consuming a couple of beer, I decided to leave the bar. My friends and I went out at 1pm, after seeing 6 different ‘manhoods’. It’s still drizzling outside. We didn’t care. We were visually satisfied. After the show, we headed to a fastfood joint and made ourselves sober.