Having close to 250 sexy photos in the Internet and counting, Hayden Kho and I seem to share the same interest of documenting private sexy moments.

Unless you live under a rock, you’ll know that the Hayden Kho video scandal is the hottest issue sweeping the nation. So hot a topic it is that the Swine Flu outbreak can wait. I have a few things to say about it, which I’m sure you all want to know. Below are my take on some facts about the controversy.1. First, taking photos and/or videotaping your partner should be a fun thing. I have always harped about how these can actually give more oomph to intimate moments with your loved one. However, it is certainly most wretched and highly disrespectful if this is done without the other person’s consent. I join the nation’s cry of outrage regarding this aspect.

When photos and/or videos are taken, extreme responsibility should be practiced. Whether Kho’s videos were shared, leaked, or stolen, access to such files should always be kept private and guarded.

2. According to politicians, the media and almost everyone who has seen his videos, Hayden Kho is a pervert of the highest kind. But, we are no different from him. If we are guilty of downloading, purchasing, watching the videos, sharing our own copies with our friends and family or taking pleasure in finding out more shocking developments concerning the scandal, we, myself included, should rightfully be called perverts as well.

3. While Hayden Kho has confirmed taking the sex videos and has apologized for his wrongdoings, saying sorry does not cut it. If Hayden was not caught, he would have continued with this little hobby of his. He should be punished harshly. And those who leaked the videos to the public should also be punished the same way.

This is probably the only time that I wish our justice system is similar to Iran’s where wrongdoer’s punishment is the same as the crime he committed. Hence, if Kho and the leakers caused public humiliation and ridicule to the victims, they too should be publicly humiliated and ridiculed.

4. There will be a full blown senate probe and at least three agencies (National Bureau of Investigation, Philippine Drug Enforcement Agency, Philippine Medical Association) will investigate the Kho controversy. Also, other politicians (congressmen, etc.) and agencies (government, non-government, private sectors, etc.) have given their sentiments regarding the issues.

This can only mean two things: the elections are right around the corner or the circus is in town.

5. Katrina Halili wants the senate probe to be made public while Hayde Kho wants the matter to be heard in an executive session. This is unusual. When it comes to sensitive cases, victims normally request for privacy. However with this issue, it is the other way around. I commend Katrina for her bravery. If Kho had the balls (and yes, we’ve all seen them) to do some mischief, he should also be man enough to face the consequences.

6. Kho also has videos with Vicki Belo and there is a possibility that these are the latest videos being circulated in the net and on the streets. Oh dear, let’s not go there. Let’s all go back to this thing called life. But if that’s too hard, let’s just watch Hayden Kho reruns.

Okay, I should stop. I do not wish to make this entry a Hayden Kho bashfest. The truth is, we are all very fortunate that he is who he is, someone famous who chose the perfect partners, and was caught doing the deed. So, I shall end this blog with thank you’s.

Thank you, Hayden, for opening our eyes and making us more responsible in the art of making private racy videos. Thank you for making our politicians work double time in redefining our current anti-obscenity laws and fast-tracking the passing of the anti-voyeurism bill to punish people committing offenses like yours. Thank you, for single handedly reviving the crackdown of video pirate dens thereby reducing the number of people making and circulating scandal videos.

We could not have chosen a better fall guy.

Last week I asked this question: Which is more difficult to manage: a career or a relationship? In my case, managing a career is harder – by a mile, in fact.

Let me begin by talking about my work history. During the early part of my career, I worked for a couple of large multinational corporations. My stints with both companies were not long. I have always had difficulty being an employee and reporting to bosses primarily because I do not like to play company politics, kiss asses, window dress and follow orders from superiors who I think are incompetent. After a few years in the corporate set-up, I decided that enough was enough. So I started my own company.

Although running my own company has its advantages, it is not as easy as being employed. What I earn is directly proportional to how hard I work. If I slack, my take home pay will drop. In contrast, if an employee eases up with work, he/she will still end up getting the usual pay at the end of the month. Also, employees get fringe benefits and bonuses. I don’t. These perks fall under my operating expenses.

Right now, I am not completely exempted from playing company politics, kissing asses and window dressing. I still have to tolerate clients like “Mr. Toxic” and staff like “Ms. Absent-Minded.” I am a very straightforward person. I always speak my mind. Although repressing anger and emotions in my current set-up is not as brutal as being employed, biting my tongue and holding back still takes a lot out of me. I guess the only benefit of running my own company is not dealing with bosses.

To me, it always seemed that when it comes to work and career, there is nothing worth hanging on to. If things don’t work well for me, I can just check out, call it quits and try out other endeavors.

Although my relationship with my partner has caused its fair share of snags, I never even considered checking out and calling it quits. I think a lot had to do with the fact that I had less work experience compared to the number of relationships I was involved in. Don’t get me wrong, I have had only two serious relationships. Most of the relationships I refer to here are my dealings with people I have encountered in my life (like relatives, family, friends, etc.). Hence, with all that practice, I understood what energies are needed to make a relationship last. And when I started going out with my current partner, I knew he was the person whom I could make it work and with whom I wanted to make it work.

This does not mean that keeping a relationship is a drive on easy street. Although there are always unexplored paths and uncharted territories, maintaining a union has always come naturally to me. Right now, years into our relationship, my feeling of security and comfort has grown and is still growing. I feel that our relationship is like a rock that stabilizes me when I’m being jarred by everything else around me. To me, that is something worth hanging on to.

I experienced one of the most frustrating days of my life a few days ago. I actually had second thoughts about writing this entry because I did not want to bitch about work. But I thought that I just had to make an exception about this one.

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I have a confession to make. You know how I’ve always harped about never showing myself to people I meet online? I ate my words. During a recent trip out of town, my partner and I met up with another couple who shared the same passion of posting sexy photos in the net. Why’d I finally decide to do an EB?

Like us, they regularly post well-executed photos. But unlike us, their photos reveal more skin than mine. And while we post ours here in FHM, they upload their pics to an artsy nude photography site. They are well-respected members of society but like to have naughty but discreet fun. Hence, they also value anonymity.

We got to know each other online, too, through emails and chat. We’ve consistently communicated for over a year and during that time, there was absolutely no pressure to reveal identities, be on cam or voice. Although I’ve had a few exchanges with the woman, I chat with the guy most of the time. Topics of our discussions were hardly about sex. Of course, it was a plus that they were married and were from out of town.

While chatting, I mentioned that I was going to their part of the world. Out of the blue, the guy proposed to meet up with me and my partner, something like a double date. I was hesitant at first but my gut told me that they seemed like decent people. So I said yes. We decided to have after dinner drinks in a bar which we both picked.

On our way to the bar, I was surprised to find myself very excited. I was actually eager to meet them in person. The venue was packed but in a crowd, it was easy to locate an Italian guy with an awesome looking Asian lady. They probably know I was Asian Dyna because as we entered the bar, they immediately stood up to greet us. It was funny because despite both our efforts of maintaining obscurity, we recognized each other with ease.

After brief introductions and customary hello kisses, we went back to the table. It was amazing because our conversations went on very smoothly. There were no awkward moments. The four of us chatted like we were all old friends. After staying in that bar for a good two hours, we decided to move to another place. Another 2 hours were spent with more drinks, good chitchat and, this time, some dancing.

We had so much fun that when the night was nearly over we vowed to meet up again. Before we parted ways, the Italian guy mentioned that they had a swimming pool in their house and proposed skinny dipping for our next meeting. I just flashed a sly grin and said goodbye.

I had such a blast I might just do this again.

But, do not get your hopes up—at least not just yet. What is most important is that you have to strike a chord with me. There has to be something that you possess that would make me feel comfortable about the whole notion of getting together. Don’t ask me what it is though, because I have absolutely no idea. I guess my gut just has a mind of its own.

I keep thinking about his skinny dipping proposal. It is obvious that this will be brought up when we do decide to get together again. I’m afraid I wouldn’t know what to say. Oh, well. I’ll just cross the bridge when I get there. Who knows? I might catch myself eating my words again.

Our group photo with faces cropped, for obvious reasons. From left to right: my man, the awesome Asian lady, me, the Italian guy.