Feral

What was I thinking.

I knew it was risky.

I knew it would provoke something.

I wasn't thinking.

I was just lurking, I couldn't help it.

I was stalking him in the shadows of the car.

I was addicted on the sight of him.

Then he saw me.

Heat Seeking Missiles

I wish our LGBTQ indie films show the quieter side, often private lives of those outside the "norm". You know, less of the those exploitation-redemption-poverty-violence porn that have become staples. Very predictable. They don't have to be so loud and over the top dramatic. Just simple, excellent storytelling and insightful films.


It's about time.

Here's one. Nobody gets killed or slapped. Oh, and no sexy scenes by fresh, good looking meat (discoveries from Manila's underbelly) hoping to get a crack at the industry, but who have to pay their dues by baring and taking on risque under the sheets.