Sense and sexuality

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A few days ago, Woman, Create invited me as a guest performer in their first open mic night Here I Am. It was an intimate gathering of girls (and a few boys) to talk about everything and anything about being a woman. A lot of people shared about their struggles with depression, anxiety, and society’s norms. Needless to say, there were quite a few tears shed. But there was two girls who surprised us with excerpts from the Vagina Monologues. Honestly, I haven’t seen the entire play before but I know it enough to recognize lines from the show.

It was fun and all; them shouting the word vagina in basically every sentence that they speak. Some girls were laughing, too, but most of them from embarrassment. I couldn’t help but wonder: Why is sexuality such a taboo subject to speak of in public? Or in general? I’m 23 years old so I’ve gained enough confidence to talk about my sexuality. What disappoints me is it is sometimes welcomed by strange (this is the more polite term) looks. What’s wrong about discussing my body and my perfectly human experience? I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one with the vagina in the world.

A few months ago, I was introduced to a brand called Ilya. To put it simply: they’re an online sex toy shop. But what got me is their entire branding. Firstly, their logo is on point. I love how they played with butts and bunny ears and I just found it so cute. This alone made me want to work with them. Arvin, one of the founders, was discussing their inspiration behind the brand. They want to open up a conversation about sex and sexuality and inspire a culture that is more open to things like this. Because there’s nothing better than education when it comes to sex. Anything related to your body or health should be openly discussed, no matter how “taboo” it is for other people.

Ending 22 with a bang

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Who knew that Taylor Swift was right? Being 22 is a great age. I can’t even begin to describe how grateful I am for the many opportunities life threw my way in 2016. So, in typical tamad and overwhelmed format, here’s a list of what I’ve been up to since January this year.

1. No Filter became a book!

 

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YES. A BOOK. Who knew! Marga, Sab and I worked our butts of for the past 6 months. We couldn’t help but tear up when we finally released our baby. I felt myself grow professionally because of this project and it’s all thanks to these girls. I learned so much from them about work and life. Special thanks to Toff for trusting me with this project and essentially making my dream come true.

I climbed Mt. Pulag!

Fam, I did the impossible. I actually climbed a mountain.

If you asked me to do this three years ago, I would’ve ran the opposite direction, mostly because I’m scared of long walks and falling on my butt. But I did it! And it was for a good reason.

One morning during breakfast, my mom told me that she’ll be hiking Mt. Pulag with her friends. And I was like, “cool, have fun.” “Sa June 11-12 kami,” she said. Then it hit me harder than a rock in a harder place (a line from No Filter book) (more on this later): there can never be a better time to hike Pulag –– and celebrate my freedom –– than Independence Day.

Damn, I already heard Beyonce singing Freedom at the summit from our breakfast table.

So I signed up… and dragged two of my cousins with me. I’m not stupid enough to allow myself to be the only beginner there, okay.

… Bumaba ako sa jeepney (wow this blog is starting really roughly)

Because we signed up a little later than the rest, we didn’t have enough time to prep. I only had a week to condition my body. That week was particularly stressful because of deliverables I needed to finish for American Idiot and the No Filter book. I’d like to think that I’m fitter than average, but man, nothing ever prepared me for how cold it was.

Going to Pulag was fairly quick. We took a bus from Victory Liner Cubao to Baguio then a jeep to the DENR office to register. They gave a short introduction about Mt. Pulag National Park and the different trails you can take to get to the summit. The one we signed up for was Ambangeg (the easiest) but I expected that we will be taking Akiki (the killer trail, according to most hikers) –– not that I want to. I’m just saying. There’s another one that they refer to as “The Bloody Trail” but I forgot what it’s called. My mind involuntarily forgets unpleasant things.