Celcius, Kelvin, Fahrenheit, whatever!

After almost four years, I was back in Manila for four short days during the Halloween vacation. Noel and I availed of the promo of Cebu Pacific where we only paid P120.00 for each of our plane ticket, back and forth. There are so many changes in the metro since my last visit. Buildings are sprouting everywhere. Even the airport where we landed was undeniably clean and the architecture was just amazing, not to mention controversial. The roads have become cleaner and wider, I guess. I think MMDA has to be credited for the positive changes the metro have undergone. (OA ra sa personal!) But the traffic condition is still the same. Or perhaps, that time was just the worst because it was a holiday and people were going in and out of Manila.

Anyway, although Noel and I have been talking about what we were going to do exactly in Manila so that we won’t be wasting time, the itinerary however depends upon our two friends, gay friends George and Jeafrey who were generous enough to sponsor for our accommodation. Since they are gay and so are we, I was expecting that we would be doing something of our interest. George, who knows the beautiful and the not so visit-worthy places in Manila more than anyone in the group led us to a place called Fahrenheit. Yes, you got it right. It is a unit of temperature and it depicts a lot of what the place is really about. Okay, the place is a bathhouse and the temperature was so much fine. It was the people inside who have made the entire place figuratively hot.

I am not a stranger to a bathhouse at all. I have seen the movie entitled the same and I already have an idea what is happening inside. But to experience it at hand is just breathtaking. It was about eight in the evening when we arrived after a difficult ordeal with the traffic. And as early as that, I can already see people lining up for the entrance like enthusiastic fans of Sam Milby, wrestling, and hurting themselves as to who gets first his autograph. But the novice Melvin was more nervous than excited. Primarily because I was aware that places like Fahrenheit are prone to police raids and I don’t want to see myself either on TV or in papers confidently defensive and who would just say “no comment” to the reporters or police when asked. That would be so embarrassing that the next day, you would already see me dead on my bed overdosed with sleeping pills.

But forward we went. As relentless as I am, I shook off my nervousness and proceeded to hell. Inside, I was like a college freshman enrolling for the BS Accountancy program because I have to present two valid IDs, sign up registration form and pay membership fee. George told me that it was a standard operating procedure. Once done and given the key to hell, we headed to a locker room where we had to leave all our valuables. You have to pass at least two frisking officers making sure you’re not going inside with money and pointed objects for security purposes. The frisking officer had to touch everything including that thing in the middle that keeps everything in place. In another words, even our birdies have to be touched for inspection. Now I want to be a frisking officer! How wonderful would that be! (Career shift eto!)

Anyway, the interior of the place was very relaxing. The walls were painted red and the entire place was dimly lit. Mellow music was continuously playing setting everyone in the mood for love and otherwise. We changed our clothes and just wrapped our bodies with towels. That is the only fashion style inside the bathhouse. But the bathhouse is not exclusively for showering or taking a bath alone. George served as a tour guide and I realized there was a gym, a sauna, a Jacuzzi, a wine bar and of course shower room. Upstairs, there were labyrinth-like rooms for people to fuck and get fucked. There was also a section called “dark room” where you can hear people moaning and wailing like crazy porn stars savoring every minute of man to man sexual actions. I admit, I got hard by just listening to them. Bigaon jud!

The four of us went our separate ways exploring the entire place and looking for prospects. I think I was the first to close a deal. We went inside one of the rooms and started talking. He said he was from Olongapo and is married already. We talked for a couple of minutes and then we started to do the deed. That’s how handful kikis are in Fahrenheit. After that, I showered and decided to just rest and relax in a viewing room where a porn movie is showing. I stroll around the place from time to time but the level of libido has gone down. I waited until George, Jeafrey and Noel came back. We went out at around 12 midnight, which was an hour extension already of our agreed time. Noel has to be blamed for this. He wanted to see light in the dark room, so we stayed an hour longer for him to find the light. And he did.

We left the place surely not empty-handed. For me it was the final and full testament of our being gay. You can’t be called a full-fledged gay until you experience Fahrenheit. Now, a week later, I honestly want to be there again. But that can’t be in the next two months. I still have to wait for the promo again and save some money again. But I will be back. In time, it would not only be Fahrenheit. Perhaps Celcius or Kelvin, if there are. Hahaha…