Close Encounters of the Third Sex

I have always been amused at the third sex. Fo me, they bring variety to life. They are one example of how feminacy can be added to men, and masculinity can be added to women. I don't mind conversing to them, unless they show too much physical interest in me.

There is however one activity which some of them exhibit which I find very irritating, if not traumatic. I have been a victim of this more than once. I as well as a few others have been a victim of misrepresentation. This is when a gay poses as a heterosexual to heterosexuals until it is too late. How often have we heard of stories of heterosexuals flirt, date or in some cases even be on with homosexuals who have passed themselves off as heterosexuals.

James(not his real name) was wondering in Malate one day when he chanced upon a new barber shop. Being curious, he asked what were the other services. The person-in-charge said that upstairs on the second floor, the customers may also have a massage. While being brought to the second floor, James noticed one of the masseurs talking on her cellphone. James decided to have a massage and requested the masseur talking on the phone. The woman gave a reasonably good massage and they would continue having a very nice conversation. She was very friendly, and James even requested that they go out on a date on one of her off-days. The masseur obliged. Midway through the session, the woman asked if James was gay. James answered that he was not. Both continued talking for the next five minutes. James then also asked the masseur if she was gay. She unhesitatingly answered yes.

It can't be true, James thought. Was this a joke? He took a quick glance at her throat, hmm, no adams apple. He looked at her groin. Uh-oh, baggy pants. When was the last time anyone saw baggy pants nowadays. He asked to see her legs. No hair and very smooth! He asked again if she was gay, and this time she denied it. By this time, he was already being massaged in his buttocks. This is not time to be aroused. James thought that if he did, he would be confused with his gender for the rest of his life. Thank god, James isn't homophobic or he would have raced out of the room. Then the woman stopped, and said "I think I have to shave". She was touching her chin. James touched the chin and there was a prominent stub which he felt on his fingers.

Whenever James walks by the massage parlor, he smiles at his masseur. She sometimes hangs just outside the barber shop by the road. One day she was gone. James asked the others masseurs if they knew that she was gay. Seems no one knew the whole time until she left.