After running into Fred (Keith’s former gay benefactor) near my place of work, I didn’t think I would be running into another person of interest outside the bars too soon. Well, guess I was wrong. I caught a glimpse of a person of interest twice last week. Uh huh. Same person not once but twice in a week. Will wonders ever cease?


It was Architect Lydia I saw twice in one week. I saw her first in a restaurant. It was late into the night. I was leaving the place when my eyes met the eyes of a woman occupying one of the tables near the exit. It was Architect Lydia!

I let my gaze stay on hers but it was she who broke the eye contact. Her eyes stayed blank the entire time our gazes were locked. My verdict is that she really didn’t recognize me. I was um, in workout wear and looking very different from the Andrina that hit the bars. As Ella said, the dark makes everyone look different. I was actually quite happy that Architect Lydia didn’t seem to recognize me.

She didn’t send me an SMS asking if it was me she saw so I assume she had no idea it was me, Andrina, she saw that night.


Architect Lydia wasn’t alone when I saw her in the restaurant. The million dollar question now is who was she with?

I didn’t see who was with Architect Lydia but I do know that she was occupying a two seater. It means she was only with one companion. Your guess is as good as mine.


A few short days later, I was going to have coffee close to midnight. Lo and behold I saw Architect Lydia in a coffee shop not far from the restaurant where I saw her a couple of nights earlier.

Architect Lydia’s face was visible from where I was but I only caught a glimpse of the back of her companion. It was an improvement from the night in the restaurant when I didn’t at all see her companion.

That night in the coffee shop, Architect Lydia’s companion was a young man who was muscular, had an earring on the left ear and was clad in a fitted white tee. It was an MD, I bet.

From the back view I doubt that it was Lawrence. It could have been the MD she was seeing in Numero though. OR a new MD altogether.


I remember when Architect Lydia told me that she leads a lonely life. That lonely a life that she’s out with an MD a lot? The same MD perhaps? I think I would be happier if it was a different MD each time but knowing Architect Lydia, it would probably the same MD until and unless the relationship had ran its course already.

Again I was reminded of the temporary cure to loneliness MDs can seem to provide. The emphasis is on temporary. Oh, and expensive at that.


No, I didn’t message Architect Lydia after seeing her twice. I didn’t want her to know I saw her twice in one week. Neither did I want to alert her as to how I look outside the bars and where I hang out.

She’ll contact me when she needs me. Until then I could only assume that her MDs are still doing the job for her. And that she still has the deep pockets to sustain the gay bar going lifestyle.


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Time and time again I’ve written here that the MDs should be smart enough to save for a rainy day.  It’s a basic fact  that they should all know without having to be told.  

Right now there are literal rainy days in Luzon.  And MDs are heavily affected.

Why would they be affected if they don’t live in flood prone areas, you might ask? Well, when rains are heavy then bars don’t have guests.  In fact at least two bars I know of were closed last night due to the weather conditions in the Metro.  No guests means no income.  No income means no money to buy basic necessities.  

A situation like this is one when it helps to have savings.  An MD who has savings won’t starve even after a week of heavy downpour and no budget from the bar.  Those who live on a hand to mouth basis, on the other hand, go hungry after a day or two of no income.  Same for floor mangers.  At least one FM I know is whining about starving after three nights of no work in the bars.  

Even more affected are the MDs whose homes (and their things including appliances and gadgets) were flooded.  They now would have to start anew and replace what the flood ruined.  

Yes, I sympathize with all the flood victims.  I just don’t sympathize as heavily with MDs and FMs who earn thousands of pesos from tips alone on weekends but choose to splurge rather than save.  If they opted to use their money to buy the flat screen television that the flood ruined then that’s their choice.  Now some of them are starving.  

We all learn from calamities.  I hope the one day millionaire MDs and FMs have, too.

Now rain, won’t you please go away? 


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I know who you are but you don’t have a clue who I am.
I know where you’ve been and who you were with but you don’t know anything about me.
I’m just a stranger in your eyes. You have no clue that I know a lot about you.

Sounds familiar? Well, we intense researchers (really?) often encounter such a scenario. We may run into a person we’ve done intensive researches on because of his or her connection to an MD we know. The other person wouldn’t have a clue as to who we are but my, my, we sure know a lot about him or her.

I just had a similar experience. I was at work. I was all serious and work-mode (uh-huh) when hunger made me realize it was time to eat. Off I went to a nearby convenience store to grab some chow. I was lost in thought as I neared the entrance to the convenience store. Suddenly I was face to face with the person exiting the store at the exact time I was entering the same. It was not just some random person. It was a very familiar face. It was Keith’s former gay benefactor. Gulp.

Thankfully, Keith’s gay benefactor whom we shall call Fred from hereon had no idea who I was. We were never in Earthling at the same time. Neither does Keith have a picture of him and myself together nor a picture of me. In fact I only knew about Fred from Pipay and other sources. The girls and I managed to track down Fred in social networking sites and other search engines. It was through there that I discovered that Keith’s former job near my workplace was in Fred’s company.

Fred and I exchanged glances since we were right in each other’s faces but then we headed our separate ways. Fred went back to his office, I suppose. I went inside the convenience store to buy my food though I had little appetite then. I actually had half a mind to tail Fred and shadow him so I can see where he was going. I was fairly certain I could have pulled that off. I was in my walking shoes and feeling limber, lithe and speedy. I also knew the area was big enough to make me inconspicuous should I feel the need to be so.

I didn’t tail Fred though. What’s the point? He’s done with Keith. I have no interest in Keith. I know where Fred’s office was anyway. More so I didn’t want to alert him about my existence nor for Fred to remember my face.

I immediately told my girls about the Fred incident. Funny it should happen exactly one year after Ara messaged me to ask who Liam was to me. What was that date anyway? Ghosts from MDs past cross Andrina’s path day?

It was not fun to run into a familiar face from the gay bar when I was in my work mode. To think it was a person who didn’t know who I was that I ran into. More so I suppose if it was Keith himself I ran into. Thank goodness I never ran into Keith when he was working in Fred’s office. I suppose I could have handled the same just fine but it definitely wouldn’t be fun.

Girls, I share this with you to remind you that our past is very much connected to our present. Remember that all the time and always be alert. Be prepared for any scenario.

Will that chance encounter be the last I’ll see of Fred live? I don’t know. But I definitely will keep my eyes open even during breaks when I head for the convenience store. Better safe than sorry.


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Howdy, ladies and gentlemen? It’s been awhile. Make no mistake. I’m very much alive. I still regularly check my mails and reply to those who drop a line. I just haven’t written anything new in this site until today.

What are the two worlds I’m pertaining to here? What else but your gay bar life and your real life. I assume most of you have a bar name (“Ashley” or something far from your real name which is Maragarita) and then a nickname people call you by at work or at home (Marge maybe, Margarita?). What happens when MD Shawn finds out in broad daylight that guest Ashley is actually Margarita a.k.a. Marge?


If you’re already a gay bar regular (and one who wishes to keep her real life separate from her gay bar life) then you should know what I mean when I say that you have to constantly be vigilant! Keep your eyes open, dear girl, and be on your tippy toes like a ballerina.

As I wrote in earlier posts, being a gay bar regular is not for everyone and most certainly not for the fainthearted. It’s not ideal for people who insist on keeping their personal lives private and very much separate. It would entail a lot of sneaking around and worrying. Tsk tsk. But if you’re already at that point when you’re a regular who wants (or has) to keep your real life separate then I guess I should just hope any pointers I write here actually helps.


One of the girls who just want to have fun recently had a close call. Several of them in fact. And I don’t mean just seeing an MD in a coffee shop. It was running into an MD in one’s actual place of work.

Allow me not to specify if it was Ella, Jess or myself who had that close call but suffice it to say that it was one of us. What happened? Well, an analogous case is that Nurse GJWTHF (girl just wants to have fun) actually saw MD X (whom she knows and has talked to inside a gay bar) in the hospital she works for. Nurse GJWTHF almost had to attend to MD X but good thing there were other nurses there and she wasn’t the one tasked to attend to the MD.

How’s that for a close call?


So what do you do in that scenario if you were Nurse GJWTHF? Fight of flight? Well, if you’re absolutely sure MD X hasn’t seen you yet then you could very well just slip away silently and take the flight option. What if you’re not sure? Or what if there were no other nurses there? Then take the fight option.

Why? First, you’re at work so you have to do your job. As a nurse you should attend to all patients of the hospital or clinic and MD X is not an exception if he is indeed a patient. Second, running away when MD X has already seen you (and worse, recognized you as a regular at the bar we works for) makes things worse. It makes you look as though you’ve done something wrong when in fact you’re probably just embarrassed or ashamed or both over having your two worlds collide with you so unprepared for such an event on that precise date when it happened. Lastly, you have to take it into account that MD X might not have recognized you (hey, people look different in the dark and when they’re dressed for a gay bar night than they do in their scrub suit or work wear) or that MD X might be equally embarrassed. A good of number of MDs don’t announce to the world that they do what they do for a living. I don’t think MD X would have written macho dancer in the field for occupation in his patient’s data sheet.


Come what may, just put on your game face and be brave. If ever MD X was crude enough to call you by your bar name with a sneer or say something rude then show that you’re in a different league. Don’t stoop down to his level. As Pipay, our regular FM, told me before: most of them in the GB industry know not to greet a guest they meet outside the bar unless the guest greets them first or unless the MD is with another MD from the same bar. Pipay said she doesn’t even greet a guest who’s shopping all by himself in a grocery store for fear that someone might be observing the guest and wonder why Pipay knows the guest.

Yes, most MDs (unless he’s terribly new or terribly crude) would also know better than to refer to your GB habits should you meet in public. The MD probably has a personal vendetta against you if he acts crudely. I remember how Florante was ever so polite to me when he and his guest saw me and my foster brother Luigi at a coffee shop last year. Florante called me Ma’am and only talked to me because he and Luigi used to work for the same bar.


Life is full of trade offs. One of the hazards of being a fun loving GB regular who wishes to keep her true identity secret is the possibility of running into an MD in your workplace or while you’re at work.

Bottomline is that you just have to stay classy and true to yourself. There must be a reason why your worlds suddenly collided. Embrace the lesson to be learned and just do your best in handling things. You can email me your experiences as well if you’re up to it. 🙂



Are you a gay bar regular? Go on reading if your answer was yes. Go on anyway even if your answer was no especially if you intend to be one or feel that you will eventually be one.

Are you ashamed to be a gay bar regular? If not yet a regular, will being one eventually be something you think you’ll be ashamed of? (Answer in your mind)

Are you scared that you will run into someone you know in the gay bar? (Answer in your mind and be honest!)

Will you vehemently deny it if someone tells you they think they saw someone who looked like you in a gay bar the other night (and you know it was you they saw)? (Is your answer to everything I’ve asked so far yes?)


The questions I asked are rather difficult questions. Why? Because being a gay bar regular is not for everyone. It’s also not as simple as say, being a regular at a particular salon. Being a gay bar regular is something you enter with eyes wide open and well aware of the possibilities you might encounter in the bar and even outside because of your activities in the bar.


So someone you know saw you inside a gay bar. What exactly were you doing? If you were just watching the show, drinking or talking to an MD then why panic? It’s different if you’re very much married though. Have a good excuse. More so if you were seen getting physical with an MD despite being very much taken.

It’s also good to throw the question back. What was Tita doing in the gay bar herself? Did Tito know that Tita was a regular of gay bar X? Ha-ha!

If you’re not doing anything illegal and not doing something against your personal rules of conduct then head help up high, sister.


If you feel or know for certain that you will regret being a gay bar regular then don’t be one. Or stop being one ASAP. There’s no room for regrets though. Why regret something you wanted at a particular point in your life?

I cannot speak for the girls and Karl but I do not regret my gay bar going days. True, it’s not something I will talk about openly just to anyone. Still, I know for a fact that the entire gay bar going phase helped me get through a tough time in my life. I had my share of fun as well. No regrets for this girl who just wants to have fun. 🙂


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The most noticed in the gay bar are the macho dancers of course. Next are the floor managers and the impersonators. There are other unsung behind the scenes employees though.


The waiters are often unnoticed unless they’re young and good looking. Waiters like that are often requested to dance and soon enough they turn into MDs. How about the waiters who are not MD-types?

Waiters often earn from food and drink commissions (apart from tips that are never at par with the tips the MDs get). They get a portion of the earnings from orders. I realized that belatedly. It suddenly made sense why Ben, our regular waiter in Earthling, was so eager to have us order food. It wasn’t because the MDs haven’t had a decent meal yet. It was so he, Ben, could earn from food commissions.

The waiters make good allies, mind you. They can be a little lenient or a little strict. They can also make sure the MD’s gin tonic is too harsh or just right. Ha-ha.


I was in line at the solo occupancy ladies room in Numero last Friday the 13th. The girl inside seemed to be taking her sweet time. I ended up making conversation with the bar employee tasked to be usher and make sure the ladies find the loo and are safely in and outta there. When a lady tried to cut in, I tapped her and told her I was in line. I further told the lady that if she can’t hold it in anymore, the men’s room was unoccupied. The girl looked surprised and then she and her companion actually took my suggestion and went inside the men’s room. That scene happened twice. Another girl tried to cut in and I made the same suggestion which she heeded.

The employee manning the loos looked at me in surprise and told me I was feisty. I told him I was only reminding the people that there was a line and no one gets to cut in. I was merely asserting my rights as first in line. Ha-ha. Finally the girl inside the ladies room exited. There were two of them at the same time as it turned out. They were buds. I guess friends who go to the loo together stay together.


The girls and I made friends with one Yaya in Earthling. I even bought food for her during the times I was buying food for Luigi. Indeed the gay bar yayas are underappreciated and underpaid. I once witnessed Keith shouting at the poor Earthling yaya. Bad Keith.

The yayas are in charge of making sure the MDs are dressed properly and made up especially when there are production numbers. The yaya is also in charge of making sure the MDs are where they’re supposed to be when it’s their turn to dance. I first got to know the Earthling yaya we befriended when she’d approach Keith or Ramon now and then to remind then that one more song and then it’s their turn to dance. Jamie told me that they have to give a tip to the yaya whenever they get tabled and get tips from guests. Same goes for the floor manager, waiter and the DJ.

I later found out that the yaya in Saturn washes the bikinis of the MDs for 100 pesos a month per MD. Whattaway to make a living. The only consolation is that the yaya probably gets a kick out of being with such hot young men all the time. More often than not the yaya is a gay guy so it all the more factors in the dynamics.


I already mentioned the diskjockey or DJ in passing as someone who gets a tip from the MD. The DJ is important because he introduces the MD and even comes up with a monicker for the MD. MD X can be called “Mr Universe” and he can be known as such for the rest of his career.

I remember the Earthling DJ that Pipay warned me to stay away from. Ha-ha. Thanks for that one, Pipay.


They are usually impersonators themselves or started out as such. The better the choreographer the better the production numbers.


Oh yes the guards are important figures. They ensure safety against potential raiders, rude customers and rude MDs as well. In Earthling the girls and I are sort of friends with their head guard. Ha-ha.


Indeed everyone should pitch in for a gay bar to succeed. It’s usually only the MDs that the guest remembers but there are many unsung heroes in the dark place with flickering lights and gyrating men.


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Para lang mga Kapamilya, Kapuso at Kapatid ang mga MD at FM na ‘yan! Mga palipat-lipat!

Or kung mahilig ka sa pulitika, isipin mo na para lang silang mga politikong palipat-lipat ng partido!


The GB industry is not unlike showbiz and politics: it’s a small world.

Those in one bar tonight can be in another bar by next week and yet another bar by next month. It shouldn’t surprise you either if by the same time next year he’s back in the bar where you first saw him. They just go round and round in circles.

Unlike TV stars, there are more than three bars to choose from. There are a good number of bars in various parts of Quezon City and then there a good number of bars in the south as well. There are a good number of options for a gyrating Juan de la Cruz.

The people of interest to the girls who just want to have fun

Ethan, the MD I saw in Good Boy, has been to a good number of bars since Good Boy folded. In fact, Ethan even worked in Earthling for a while. Whattasmallworld!

Liam used to work for Hottie. Whenever he would get suspended for one of his misdeeds, Liam will report for work in Earthling. When Liam was suspended a third time in Hottie, he transferred to Earthling for good. Hows’ that for GB allegiance?

Banjo, Jackson and Sylvester have been around. They’ve worked in the far north, in the middle north and down south of Metro Manila. They’ve worked for popular bars in the early 2000s that have already closed. Indeed they’re used to the merry-go-round.

Even young Aaron has worked for two gay bars by the time he reached 18 years old. Yes, he was an underage ‘model’ in his first bar.

A good number of MDs came from hosto bars or otherwise worked as GROs in another gay bar before turning into a fully pledged MD. Karl’s Bimby was one of those ‘converts’.

Lito has worked for a bar that already closed long ago. He, Colby and Ramon were working in Earthling when the girls and I first saw them. Then the three of them transferred to Milky Way. Then they tried their luck in Saturn. Then they gave Hot Stuff a go. Any day now Lito is scheduled to try his luck in yet another bar whereas Colby is back in Earthling while Ramon is M.I.A. and supposedly seeing guests on the sly. Whew. Good thing I’m good at keeping track of things.


I don’t know if MDs and FMs realize how important it is not to burn bridges. The door they might be walking out of tonight might be the same door they’ll be knocking on months from now if their supposed greener pastures don’t pan out.


Loyalty to a gay bar is not a trait most MDs would observe. It’s perfectly acceptable for MDs to hop from one bar to another and then return to their original bar. I estimate that an MD can have several merry-go-round cycles in his entire career as an MD. If it’s a long career such as Banjo’s or Jacksons’s that has already spanned a decade then more cycles are to be expected. Same goes for FMs.

When Karl and I saw familiar faces in Saturn, we weren’t that surprised. It’s all part of the merry-go-round.

Indeed there are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. As I’ve written many times: all is fair in love, war and in the gay bar! 😉


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