a hunky bookworm comes to town

it's not always that i get to witness an apparition inside booksale stores so i did not let pass the chance to take snapshots of this hunky bookworm, in between conducting a bookay-bookay of non-mainstream titles and reading back cover blurbs. miss ghana's speculative instinct was itching yet again and revealed to me that the bibliophile's gay, apart from the giveaway tight-fitting maong and white embroidered (!) polo. i pursued, "paano mo nalaman?" and miss ghana replied, "the way he moves!" the guy wasn't flamboyant or something, but the fact that my friend confirmed so in straight english and not in the usual mishmash of tagalog-ilocano, i knew that queerness reeks in the air.