I first lived in Quezon City in 1975, when I transferred in first-year in high school from Don Bosco Academy in Bacolor, Pampanga.
I stayed in the USA for a month and visited seven states in 30 days. It was a whirlwind visit that started when I landed at LAX, the Los Angeles International Airport.
Batty, bratty and simply crazy.
Metrobank Foundation is reminding us to honor our favorite teachers this September.
I was only able to visit the National Art Gallery upon landing in London because I had to go to the University of Nottingham for the External Examination Board meetings.
I haven’t been to London in 25 years. The last time I was there was in 1993, when I landed at Heathrow on my way to Hawthornden Castle in Lasswade, Scotland, on an international writing fellowship.
Mute with grief at the death of essayist and historian par excellence Carmen Guerrero Nakpil, I was able to retrieve an essay I wrote about her book, Legends & Adventures.
My column on politics a fortnight ago generated a storm of email that roosted in my account for weeks.
Ten years ago, J. Neil Garcia and I edited the third volume of the landmark Ladlad 3: An Anthology of Philippine Gay Writing, published by Anvil.
In the 2000 years I’ve worked as an advocate of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender rights, I‘ve listened to so many stories of despair but also of joy, gladness as well as gloom.
That is the title of my new book published by Ateneo de Naga University Press. It will be launched in November this year.
June is the Pride Month for the LGBT + (lesbians, gays, bisexuals and transgenders + intersex and queer), which began in the West in 1969.
I was born in Basa Air Base, Pampanga.
It has its deep roots sunk many years ago.