Yesterday, November 22, 2011, I finally saw the difference between faggots and homosexuals (pertaining to bakla). Indeed I saw the form of a low-life faggot in the form of a freelance cross-dressing floor director who thinks he can be as sexually disturbing with anyone.

Not with me, this is the second encounter so I wouldn't let this pass without me doing anything. The first encounter was full of sexual slurs in which I can do nothing. Why? It's my first day at work and you're friends with my so-called office mates. Completely handicapped I was.

Yesterday you tried to touch me in the face and be as garbage as you can be. Yes, you are gay but you have no right to claim that you are fucking marginalized. And I have every fucking right to fight back every time a faggot attempts to harass me.

You are the definition of a faggot, you differentiate the term faggot from bakla. I have gay friends and relatives, and I respect their sexuality, they respect mine. They respect my space.

And you.. Mommy Gie, you're just another low-life produced by media. Produced by the tolerance of people to what they see with Vice Ganda on TV (to which they think is acceptable to society).

As much as I want to respect your rights, you faggot, better start paying respect to my space first. I have no problem talking to you but you can't go all out offensive on me. Because I discern, I still have a clear view of what is right and wrong.

But for now, we can't make amends because you are one immoral, sexually fueled faggot. And you don't deserve an ounce of my respect.