Touched for the 21st Time
Usual holding hands during sunday afternoons in the park were nothing compared to being touched–for the 21st time. Anna Jean, Lyndon, and I watched Live AIDS: Touched for the 21st time, a circus of political lampoons, stand-up comedy act, and grand showdown of dance and song.
The show certainly was hilariously political, especially with Susan Boses contesting the Bingo counts and eventually running against with Ate Glow’s mandate in Perya ni Gloria. There were also reporters Doris Bigote and her rival Susan.
The search for the best Pinoy superhero was also insanely funny. Just think of Krys-taba, trying to hide her loads of eeking fat in her costume. Eventually, her powers could not control the fat anymore.
Yet, more than seeing Touched for the 21st Time is talking among us friends being touched for the 21st time. As we waited in line, we drew ourselves closer and talked how blissful relationships and making love could be. It was a sensual renaissance for the group to talk about it with sincerity and trust.
It was good being touched for the nth time!
