traveling on a public transport is always an occasion for cruising for me and, i'm sure, for some of my sisters out there in the metropolis (even perhaps for those on nocturnal provincial trips). i just give a naughty chuckle whenever i imagine what obliging gay guys do behind the mysterious curtains of air-conditioned buses. there was one instance in up campus when i embarked a north avenue-bound jeep at the vinzons hall area and if my gaydar was not mistaken, eight other straight-acting gays boarded the vehicle. i readied my imaginary steel parasol in case a precipitation of sulfur suddenly decided to vaporize the rust-covered jeep but spare the ikot vehicles containing heterosauruses. the other day, i went aboard a montalban-bound jeep in cubao and along marikina, the driver fetched a rather tame-faced narcissus who magnetized my eyeballs throughout the journey. the transport was already filled to bursting, but in behalf of the driver, the conductor spared the paminta the horror of riding atop the roof, and just made him sabit.
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