The theme was Arabian Nights. The mood became more festive with beautiful naked women on a room with a comparable sexy man seating on a gold chair in a kingly get-up. Along with the music the women slowly undressed the man until they reached the point of the great revelation. It was big and so alive but only on tape.

At six, I got my first taste of an x-rated video material courtesy of my most beloved Dad. Yes, for a Filipino family who works very hard to preserve traditional Christian Values, it's the most unlikely event to happen. But just like what I usually tell my friends, my Dad always tries to see the world on a different angle.

To my nuclear family my Dad is like a bad religion. I grew up with people around calling my Dad as a pervert, alcoholic, insensitive, gambler, unfaithful, porn addict, corrupt, bastard and a big mistake. Well, it seemed like the clan has staged an organized hate-your-dad campaign.

But when I was a child, I really did not get their points. He was a happy person with a smile always glued on his face. He was very gently with his kids. Never raised his hands not even his voice towards us. He may look the regular macho guy, but I can sense that deep inside he is very fragile.

I don't want to sound very nostalgic but I really miss the days when he would bring us to the park every Sunday. I miss that feeling of the wind touching my skin whenever he takes us along in his motorbike. I miss the times when he would eat donuts with us. Strange but he's more like a brother than a Dad to us.

He may have other women and got some of them impregnated but I never felt abandoned. He drinks a lot, that's true, but never in front of us. He may have developed some bad habits but still he's my Dad, the perfect Dad.

Now, he's somewhere in Japan. Working and at the same time enjoying his life. I'm sure he's looking forward coming home and to be with us.

Was there a time in your life wherein you had fun collecting something? These might be items related to your childhood like baseball cards, dolls, toy guns, Starwars collectibles, etc.. Or the more luxurious collection of jewelries, bags, shoes, etc..

Most people collect something in their lives without even having the slightest thought that somehow they can be called 'collectors'. The photos you keep inside your wallet or souvenir items displayed in your room from all your holiday trips are just some simple examples of a collection.

For someone to religiously collect one particular line of item, there must be strong fundamental reason/s to bring about such a behavior. And these fundamental reasons overpower even practicality and logic. For example, happiness obtained from the collection overcomes the issue of lavishness.

However, there is no limit to what has been, or might be collected. They can be both living or non living things. And as what this blog suggests, this particular series, my Boy Toy Series, will contain the men of my life. My collection of men and my experiences of lust, desire, urges, wantonness, fetishes, heartaches, frustrations and carnality. But also the happiness, joy, excitement, pleasure, bliss, vivacity, hope and love - that they -my men- brought to my life.

So stay tuned-in.