Of Daisies and Ponies

I've racked through my archives and found my first published article. This was the unedited version.

At a drinking session, one of my girlfriends told me that she has finally found someone. (Isn’t that Barbra Streisand’s song?) I was so happy knowing that she had finally found someone after all the searching, praying and hoping she had been doing.

“So who’s the lucky guy?” I asked eagerly.

She blushed and her eyes were filled with bliss. Just even the thought of the man made her blush. I finally believed that she is really in love. She didn’t say anything but from the way she was acting, I knew there was something.

“That’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me.” I paused.

Feeling a bit nosy, I asked again, “So when are we going to meet this mystery man of yours?”

Fidgeting, she said, “Whatever happens, promise me you’ll stay as my best friends?”

“Of course! What kind of question is that?”

Assuring her that whatever happens, we’ll be here for her, she finally said, “She’s here.”

Whoa! Wait a minute. She’s here? Did I hear it right, she’s here?

I thought my ears were deceiving me. But what my ears could deceive, my eyes could not deny.

There stood a petite lady just over five feet in high-heeled strappy sandals, wearing a sexy backless top with a striking makeup.

“So what do I call you now?” I asked her. A lesbian or a bisexual?

“I dunno.” That was all she could answer for all the questions I’ve thrown at her.

“How did it happen?”

“I just don’t know. It just did.”


I contemplated on the very conversation I had with my friend since it really shocked me. I grew up in a very religious and conservative family where values are preserved and morality is practiced. Upon hearing my friend’s profession of love, I was really flabbergasted by the thought of it. I can’t figure out why she fell for a girl. I mean, there are still guys out there, right? (Or are still guys out there?)

Did I tell you they were all girls? They’re not the kind of couple who you see as a couple. They are merely girlfriends who have more than a platonic relationship. I asked her once, who’s the guy in the relationship. She said that they are all girls.

When you’re in this kind of relationship, you don’t ask who foots the bill or opens the doors or brings flowers on Valentine’s Day. They just do it together. It’s an equally give and take relationship. Isn’t that how relationships should be, homo or not?

Can I tell my friend to go and find a guy since those kinds of relationships don’t last? I can’t be a hypocrite since they have been together for almost a year now. They’ve been together longer than my past relationships with me. Am I being judgmental if I label them wrong for each other? I hope not. But what if that is the real love?

Are we so bounded in a world where everything has to be labeled exclusively for men and exclusively for women only? Do we have to wait for men to open doors for us? Or do we have to wait for the women to do all the cooking and washing for us? Do we tend to live in a world that is so gender-based? Would it really matter if my friend fell for someone with the same sex organs? If what they feel is love, then I guess, their relationship goes beyond physicality. It has crossed greater barriers.

Should sex, gender that is, be the basis for love? Hadn’t someone quoted that love knows no boundaries? Hence, it should be genderless? Must not falling in love with the same gender right just because society dictates so? What if someone’s really happy on whom he or she’s with, should one listen to what others say? Should one sacrifice their happiness over other’s satisfaction? Should one let society influence greatly on what and how they feel? Or simply can loving be wrong?

They are in love. If what they call love is wrong. And God is love. Ergo, can God be wrong?

Who am I to judge? Thinking of them made me more confused. I can only leave it to the Higher being. He knows everything. As for me, a mere human being, I could only say, love really moves in mysterious ways.