This query led me to inquire into just who the gays were who comprised my generation, and it serendipitously dawned on me that a kind of “conflict” exists among the ranks of urban-dwelling gays in the Philippines, who are really a variegated, noisy, and helplessly provisional
“conglomeration” of people, whose inability to liberate themselves from homophobic oppression is not only because they have internalized it, but also because real forces in their lives, almost indistinguishable from who they think they are, make such alliances and “allo-identifications” difficult if not virtually impossible.