Where Bold Stars Go To Die

If you are expecting a porn review, you will just be disappointed.. And I won’t apologize for that. Yes, this is probably a bomba komiks– but the kind of which that had undergone evolution in aspects of intellect and emotions. A bomba komiks with a flesh of sentiments and art seduction, a masterpiece of nine years in-the-making. And this is entitled ‘Where Bold Stars Go To Die.’

The story is about Daniel. About a boy, unbeknownst to himself, is sustaining ‘the’ life of an 80’s bold star named Anna in a different magical world. Thus, allowing Anna to continue existing. The magical world is an alternate paradise. Paradise in its literal sense: a garden forest, scattered nude women, a place of complete bliss.


Where Do Bold Stars ‘Really’ Go To Die

“I loved her once or twice a day.
Sometimes, even more.” – Daniel

Any one could live forever. That’s what I believe in. Luckily, bold stars are not precluded in this idea. They are being immortalized through photos and videos. And this is how Daniel met Anna. The first time he saw Anna on one of her 80’s film, he knew he was lost.

It went for days and weeks and as time passes, he just couldn’t get enough of her. Daniel was consumed with the idea of Anna like an insomniac addicted to coffee. Daniel searched her in the internet, but the internet does not know Anna. Fortunately, he found a collector with unbelievable vintage stuff of the 80s.

Daniel realized that these bold stars are just human who, in any manner, could not escape the inevitable of becoming fat or getting old. Daniel doesn’t care if Anna had become any of that, except for the death part.

“As more men fantasize about a particular person,
the stronger and happier she becomes here.
And if no one fantasizes about a girl anymore,
she fades away like you saw.” – Anna

Any woman, be still living or dead, so long someone fantasizes about them, manifests in this magical paradise. They are mostly bold stars who have become the sex object of many men. When a sex symbol is being imagined in mundane acts by someone, or simply the reason of one’s masturbatation, the sex object continues to exist in this alternate world. For some reason, Daniel finds himself in this magical world after a deep slumber.

He finally met her. Had talked to her. Made love to her. Until he woke up and realized he won’t be able to go back to that magical place and see Anna again.

“I wished that I had been born at an earlier time,
in a different place.
Perhaps then, I would have met her.
Met her properly.” – Daniel

I read this story a hundred times. And this is one of my favourite comics in my possession. Where Bold Stars Go To Die is by Gerry Alanguilan and Arlanzandro Esmeña (+). It also features artwork of legends and gifted graphic artists namely Francisco Coching, Tony de Zuñiga, Brice Beckham, Carlo Vergara, Arnold Arre, Leinil Francis Yu, Philip Tan, Gilbert Monsanto, Carlo Pagulayan, and Edgar Tadeo.

“I held myself in my hand and I thought of Anna.” – Daniel


The Shoes He Will Be Wearing

It was the middle of summer. The kind of days when the gust of wind produces burn on your skin creating tan lines on your back that testifies your midsummer’s goings-on. And these are the times of the year that I have to stay with Tatay and Nanay. That is how we, their apos, call them. I have to endure an exhilarating seven-hour travel time to be with them. But to understand how long a dreary, mind-numbing seven hours of sitting in a public bus is, you have to be familiar with the law of relativity. Calculating that using Einstein’s way ~that seven hours is equivalent to my three days worth of time.

Like any other story, I was able to bear the boredom of the seven-hour trip. I arrived just in time before sunset. Our house is located wherein you will see the setting sun in between mountains. And every day, some minutes before night awakens, when I look out the window, I observed that each sunset of every summer is differently crafted by the universe. And every drama ofeach sunset I dreamt of seeing is right in front of me.

First Segue:

Sunset reminds me of the coming death of life.

This thought keeps hunting me. Because every time I see a sunset, there is an invisible being that whimpers in my ear, reminding me, that every day there ‘is’ this one sun that has to be buried. This thought–it feels like there is a masked gunman shooting you at point blank range with the idea of: SOONER OR LATER, YOU WILL DIE.

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It has always been summer that I get the chance to be with Tatay and Nanay. That’s the only time of the year when all them cousins, coming from different region and countries, reunite and bond and visit the beaches of La Union. This is the time of the year when I become darker–and soon realize that I love slash hate myself because I spent another summer in the province.

Too much for segues. Let us stick with the story XD

I bid my respect to gramps. Went straight to one of the rooms and unpacked my bags. Then and there, I saw a pair of brown shoes. It’s Tatay’s I assume.

I jokingly said that I want the shoes. Tatay said that I can’t have those. I reiterated that I really want them. Tatay didn’t answer. This gives me the urge to want the shoes more although it’s not my type and I know that I won’t wear it if I go back to the city. I just want the shoes because I want to tease Tatay and give him one more reason why he needs to drink his hypertension medicine. Just for fun and, at the same time, to grasp the opportunity of making special memories with Tatay.

The pestering goes on for days. I would wear the shoes and when Tatay saw me putting on them, he’ll get mad and would remind me in an irritated tone that I can’t have them. This continued until summer was over. I then had to return back to the city.

The next summer, we celebrated the grand reunion. My uncles and aunties together with my parents wanted to have this before it’s too late. Tatay and Nanay are not getting any younger. That same summer, I saw the shoes again. It was still new and barely used. I didn’t care at all, because at that moment, I am looking at the sunset. It was lovely and nostalgic at the same time. Yes, at the same time.

That was the last summer.

Because months later, a different reunion is to be commemorated. My family is to celebrate a bittersweet gathering ~Tatay’s funeral. My uncle called each one of the apo and asked one thing: “Is there a will or a wish that Tatay told you before his passing?” This is one of the hardest questions that have been asked to me not because I do not know the answer but because it only means one thing. Tatay is already gone. My cousin told my Uncle that Tatay wants to wear the brown shoes when he died.

The same brown shoes that I am pestering Tatay a year ago. Now it makes sense. That shoe was given to him by my uncle. And up until the last moment, Tatay wanted to wear the things that were given to him by his loved ones. I knew it, Tatay wants to bring with him in the afterlife his happy memories. Memories of which will map his way to the heavens.

I still think of sunset as a coming death of man, and Tatay had a stunning sunset of his life. But the thought of deaths and sunsets no longer creeps me out. I am going to die, I know, but I will collect as many happy memories I could collect.

And I will watch as many sunsets I could watch..