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Many times in my life I have whacked homos and perverts.
Still remember my drawing first blood where I ambushed a pervert in National Library in the male toilet and whipped him jialat jialat.
I was only 18 and was on my Poly IA at Keppel shipyards.
Still relish his cries for mercy lying on the floor as I kicked him in the balls with my Kings steel capped boots, then pulling his pants down to his ankles and whipped him with my steel buckle belt.
It was too bad that day, Mr. Homo met Mr. Sadist.
Some Ah Neh (Must be a staff) peeked into the toilet to see what the commotion was all about, but just muttered, "He deserves it, not the first time" and closed the door. It made my adrenalin rush even more exciting and a proceeded to pummel his face with my fists as he desperately but helplessly try to claw my shirt and face screaming in hokkien for his mother and dear life.
When the police arrived, he was incoherently trying to explain how I had attacked him first, but the Ah Neh staff, by then in attendance, supported my version of the story that he was a perpetual nuisance who preyed on young boys and indecently exposing himself in the toilet. The police took his and my statement, said that he would not make any arrest as it was a "private matter".
They then proceeded to escort the pervert out of the library, I guess, for his own safety.
I got away pretty easy that day, considering that I only had a ripped shirt pocket, some scratch marks on my face and arms while he had eyes so swollen he could hardly open them, a sore butt that he could not sit on, bruised abdomen that he could hardly stand straight and probably a busted testicle.
Fast forward to my Uni days, I was intro to a friend's friend who a few years younger, freshman year and was as decent as a mummy's boy as one could imagine. We got along very well, going for late night kopi and prata, hanging out at Marina South to the late hours of the night bowling of playing our fave Daytona. Sometimes, would bring my gf along and he would bring a female date, other times, I would go to the Gay beach with him and a couple other guys to Marina East to heckle, threaten or play policeman to tekan the homos looking for free fucks there. Funny we always noticed he would stay in the background and keep quiet. We thought it as him being too much of a momma's boy.
We have always been the bestest of friends, he was the Best Man for my wedding and is even Godfather to my kids.
Never struck me what his "preferences" were until recently where I saw him post on facebook attending some event at a club that was soon to close it doors. The photos of him showed him flanked by younger men, cosying up and striking poses that obviously made me very uncomfortable.
Quick check on the internet and found that it was a club that had weekly "Gay Nights" and it made my skin turn cold. For some unknown reason, it felt like the utmost betrayal and from closest friend I suddenly harboured thoughts of wanting to bash his head in and slam it non-stop against a wall until I could hear something crack. I wanted to shove his head into a toilet bowl and fucking make him choke on shit water until he either drowned or died from poisoning.
For a few nights, I could not sleep, I fell sick because of it and took 3 days MC. My wife and kids were wondering what the heck happened to me because I hardly spoke to them and just spent the whole day moping in the bedroom with my laptop either aimlessly surfin the net or just non-stop playing Solitaire. He called during one of those days to see how I was but I just hung up the phone on him when my wife handed me the phone.
Finally told my wife about what I found out, and all she could say was "Aiyah, so many years liao, you dunno meh? I see him first time already suspect lor!!!". She lent a listening ear that night as I poured out all my anger, disgust and betrayal to her as she calmly counseled me.
Limpeh I even could not tahan and shed a few tears.
That night I reflected on the many things my wife said, and I finally realised that it was me that was "blind" all along. Blind in the sense that despite me being a notorious homophobe all my life, I had always seen him as my best best best friend and nothing less than that.
So that weekend, I finally met up with him for a cup of kopi. I tried to chat with him like nothing happened and him seem pretty OK with that, but finally, I could not contain myself and asked him, "I saw those photos of u in XXX club, I know they have gay nights, you tell me the truth, you GAY ah?"
He just looked at me straight, there was a thick pause until he outed himself and said "Yes, I am". This time, no bile built up in my gut, no sudden impulse to swing a punch across the table, I had by then resigned myself to accept whatever the answer and just replied, "You know I never like Homos, You know from young I always find trouble for them, but when I see you, I see my dearest friend, my closest pal and nothing beyond that, I can accept who you are, and even if I am totally not like what you are, I love you like the brother I never had."
That's all that had to be said then that could be said. We both looked down at our kopis and quietly stirred away.
Somehow, after that day, we reached a new understanding, he became an even better buddy than before, dropping by our house more often, being a better Godpa to our kids by showering them with gifts and playing their fave sports with them. I somehow also became less "macho" than before, learning a few cooking recipes from him, expanding our hanging out venues to include a few plays, checking out what's on at the Durian, and even recently attended POTO, just the two of us.
Like he said, maybe I'm beginning to embrace the "feminine" side of me.
Yes, maybe. But I am still uncomfortable with homosexes, and still seriously dislike ALL I come across.
All, except him.
Still remember my drawing first blood where I ambushed a pervert in National Library in the male toilet and whipped him jialat jialat.
I was only 18 and was on my Poly IA at Keppel shipyards.
Still relish his cries for mercy lying on the floor as I kicked him in the balls with my Kings steel capped boots, then pulling his pants down to his ankles and whipped him with my steel buckle belt.
It was too bad that day, Mr. Homo met Mr. Sadist.
Some Ah Neh (Must be a staff) peeked into the toilet to see what the commotion was all about, but just muttered, "He deserves it, not the first time" and closed the door. It made my adrenalin rush even more exciting and a proceeded to pummel his face with my fists as he desperately but helplessly try to claw my shirt and face screaming in hokkien for his mother and dear life.
When the police arrived, he was incoherently trying to explain how I had attacked him first, but the Ah Neh staff, by then in attendance, supported my version of the story that he was a perpetual nuisance who preyed on young boys and indecently exposing himself in the toilet. The police took his and my statement, said that he would not make any arrest as it was a "private matter".
They then proceeded to escort the pervert out of the library, I guess, for his own safety.
I got away pretty easy that day, considering that I only had a ripped shirt pocket, some scratch marks on my face and arms while he had eyes so swollen he could hardly open them, a sore butt that he could not sit on, bruised abdomen that he could hardly stand straight and probably a busted testicle.
Fast forward to my Uni days, I was intro to a friend's friend who a few years younger, freshman year and was as decent as a mummy's boy as one could imagine. We got along very well, going for late night kopi and prata, hanging out at Marina South to the late hours of the night bowling of playing our fave Daytona. Sometimes, would bring my gf along and he would bring a female date, other times, I would go to the Gay beach with him and a couple other guys to Marina East to heckle, threaten or play policeman to tekan the homos looking for free fucks there. Funny we always noticed he would stay in the background and keep quiet. We thought it as him being too much of a momma's boy.
We have always been the bestest of friends, he was the Best Man for my wedding and is even Godfather to my kids.
Never struck me what his "preferences" were until recently where I saw him post on facebook attending some event at a club that was soon to close it doors. The photos of him showed him flanked by younger men, cosying up and striking poses that obviously made me very uncomfortable.
Quick check on the internet and found that it was a club that had weekly "Gay Nights" and it made my skin turn cold. For some unknown reason, it felt like the utmost betrayal and from closest friend I suddenly harboured thoughts of wanting to bash his head in and slam it non-stop against a wall until I could hear something crack. I wanted to shove his head into a toilet bowl and fucking make him choke on shit water until he either drowned or died from poisoning.
For a few nights, I could not sleep, I fell sick because of it and took 3 days MC. My wife and kids were wondering what the heck happened to me because I hardly spoke to them and just spent the whole day moping in the bedroom with my laptop either aimlessly surfin the net or just non-stop playing Solitaire. He called during one of those days to see how I was but I just hung up the phone on him when my wife handed me the phone.
Finally told my wife about what I found out, and all she could say was "Aiyah, so many years liao, you dunno meh? I see him first time already suspect lor!!!". She lent a listening ear that night as I poured out all my anger, disgust and betrayal to her as she calmly counseled me.
Limpeh I even could not tahan and shed a few tears.
That night I reflected on the many things my wife said, and I finally realised that it was me that was "blind" all along. Blind in the sense that despite me being a notorious homophobe all my life, I had always seen him as my best best best friend and nothing less than that.
So that weekend, I finally met up with him for a cup of kopi. I tried to chat with him like nothing happened and him seem pretty OK with that, but finally, I could not contain myself and asked him, "I saw those photos of u in XXX club, I know they have gay nights, you tell me the truth, you GAY ah?"
He just looked at me straight, there was a thick pause until he outed himself and said "Yes, I am". This time, no bile built up in my gut, no sudden impulse to swing a punch across the table, I had by then resigned myself to accept whatever the answer and just replied, "You know I never like Homos, You know from young I always find trouble for them, but when I see you, I see my dearest friend, my closest pal and nothing beyond that, I can accept who you are, and even if I am totally not like what you are, I love you like the brother I never had."
That's all that had to be said then that could be said. We both looked down at our kopis and quietly stirred away.
Somehow, after that day, we reached a new understanding, he became an even better buddy than before, dropping by our house more often, being a better Godpa to our kids by showering them with gifts and playing their fave sports with them. I somehow also became less "macho" than before, learning a few cooking recipes from him, expanding our hanging out venues to include a few plays, checking out what's on at the Durian, and even recently attended POTO, just the two of us.
Like he said, maybe I'm beginning to embrace the "feminine" side of me.
Yes, maybe. But I am still uncomfortable with homosexes, and still seriously dislike ALL I come across.
All, except him.
