Fast forward almost two decades after graduation, out from that boarding school and into a whole new world of freedom which earlier I wasn’t that well-equipped to handle: my knowledge of screen celebs has not expanded enough to speak well on the subject. However, I read reviews or when there’s a movie I particularly like, then I go read about the talents behind it. Gradschool talked about socially acceptable behavior towards members of society who are neither male nor female. Side discussions included restraint on using derogatory terms and even presented us with an analysis of offensive phrases and expressions about them.
Yesterday I watched BB Gandanghari on GMA news. The inner reason why I watched the clip is because she is Robin Padilla’s sibling. A few months ago, I found a way of filling my free time by spending it on youtube. I was missing Pinas; I wanted to hear pinoy singers so I clicked on Regine until I was led to her movie with Robin (Til I Met You). Now I’m as gaga over Robin as my old roommate was over Rustom. Hormones? Temporary insanity? It could be a mixture of both.
Robin’s comment on BB’s transformation was well, brotherly. Acceptance and understanding – Robin has it all for her. Now I am not heaping positive views on BB Gandanghari because I love her charming brother or because she is an attractive celebrity. I do not have anything against gays, lesbians, homosexuals, bi-sexuals, transvestites or what-else-is-there. Whether they are well-known figures or not I accord them the respect any human being deserves. No question. When a personal friend finally accepted his true sexuality (a gay after all these years!) and confessed to me about it, my reaction was, “So? … shall we get on with the party?”