I like to write. All answers I have written, you may copy, you may use any lines you enjoy, you may copy, paste, share, translate, publish at your leisure — just credit me by name, is all. It’s the bare minimum a decent person would do.
Who am I? Just, somebody who likes to write. It’s really not that complicated. I exist, you exist, we all exist. Just briefly. And my brief existence, I dedicate to writing enjoyable little things for no one in particular.
My father-in-law at the time, Filipino, was reading an opinion piece in a ‘progressive’ online magazine once. Furiously, he closed his laptop. Then opened it again. Then motioned us to come and have a look. “Since when I am I no longer a Filipino, when did I become Filipinx? What is this madness? Who decides this for me?”
The writer opined that, since Filipina was a feminine form, and Filipino distinctly masculine, the default ought to be Filipinx. He was so mad.
“We fought the Spanish. We fought the Americans. We fought the Japanese. All so we can say with pride that we’re Filipino… now they want to take that from us and make us say we’re… Filipinx… like some sort of space aliens?”
There were a lot of curses. It was beautiful, furious, righteous anger and annoyance. Something tells me if Latinos are as open to the “X” as Filipinos, then this spastic, overly inclusive nonsense will soon be stopped in it’s tracked.
