Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Of Emotional Exhibitionism

       You’ve heard of exhibitionists - men in overcoats lurking in dark alleys waiting to expose themselves to unsuspecting strangers. Okay, maybe they don’t exist here in Cebu, as not too many trench coats are worn in tropical climates, but we do have the garden variety 'buang' – the guy with greasy dreads with his tidbits showing through a giant rip in his grime-caked shorts ( or old rice sack, as the case may be) - less premeditative, just as titillating. Or maybe it is premeditated. Maybe he hides behind the pretext of mental illness to conceal his very conscious enjoyment in making kolehiyalas shriek? Maybe that’s why he hangs out near STC. 

       I’m something of an exhibitionist, as well, but instead of my fore/nether regions, it’s my soul that I enjoy airing out, to strangers no less. Most people I know aren’t aware of this; I don’t reveal myself to them, as I assume most sexual exhibitionists don’t go to their friends’ houses to expose themselves. Its people I don’t know I like talking to – a Canadian lady at the airport, the security guard in my old building, the barista at the coffee place, taxi drivers. It’s easier to talk to strangers sometimes - someone who’s not too close can offer a fresh perspective, a clear view. Like those paintings where you can only make out what it is if you look at it from a distance. Sometimes the people in your life are just standing too close. 

       Now I’ve started this blog to expose myself emotionally to a wider audience of strangers – to you. If you like what you read and are a Cebu blogger yourself, please put up a link, and I’ll do the same for you. And if you have an opinion on anything I’ve written, feel free to post a comment, but please be nice, I’m fragile. Happy reading, emotional voyeurs! 

Magritte-inspired Exhibitionist from here.

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