Pounding The Keyboard

  Might be a slow news day, so an article about an uncircumcised 32-year-old Filipino appeared on my News Feed.   The man said he’s afraid of blood and surgery so he kept postponing   his circumcision year after year, until a pretty woman, his crush, showed interest on him, and asked him to sleep with her. Scared that his still-hooded warrior might turn her off, he refused. The girl preferred circumcised tool. She probably thought it was cleaner and cuter, which was really the case. Lol. He tried to stay away from circumcised-birdie-admirer girl but his crush on her intensified, so finally he decided to put his peter under the knife—and it was a success. March and April really are the months to have it done, and it's a must for Filipino men, not so in other countries, and I remember being excited and a little scared when I underwent the procedure. I was twelve then (they said eleven or twelve were the perfect age then), and it wasn’t done by a doctor, but by a drunkard barber

       She started the live video with a happy exclamation and an infectious laughter, and her angelic face had never been prettier.      She was apparently giddy and excited with what she was about to do, whether she had an audience or not.      She would hum and sway her head happily, like payday is next day.      Then, she saw something—the name of someone watching her—that made her giddier and more excited, and suddenly, she was more mindful of how she looked on the video. It was obvious that the name or its owner had some sort of magical clout over her.      Like the name, or its owner, was precious to her.      Her eyes turned loving as she greeted the person watching her without mentioning the name—and then suddenly, as she looked in front of her, where she could see the name, she grew morose.      The stars in her eyes dimmed.      It seemed that the name had vanished, her source of current joy.      Like it stopped watching her.      And it seemed tragic, i

       So included on my Facebook News Feed this morning were two horrible news. One (which happened in the Philippines) was about a woman in her early twenties brutally murdered by his jealous abusive drug-addicted live-in partner (he stabbed her with glass shards multiple times).      The second, which happened in Texas, USA, was about a three-year-old girl accidentally shooting and killing her four-year-old sister with a gun owned by their parents.      A bizarre coincidence, I’ve just finished reading a brilliant novel about a woman who grew up in an abusive home where her father regularly hit and hurt her mother. She then falls in love and gets married to a man who’d occasionally get jealous and lose control and physically hurt her so severe she needs stitches. It turns out that this man is encumbered by a dark past—when he was six years old, he accidentally shot and killed his older brother with a gun owned by their parents.      There’s another man in the story, more lov