In one of my previous posts in FB, when I got my hands on Chuckberry’s book, I joked that I had finally received "Kapag Umaatake ang Daddy" Blame it on timing, I happened to get Darwin’s "Kapag Umaatake ang Dilim" at the same time, so I infused the titles. Except, turns out it wasn’t just a joke. Because, friends, Daddy here, does attack — emotionally, psychologically, and, well… in other ways best left to the imagination.
At first, I thought I was reading a standard aging gay man contemplates life and moisturizer narrative. You know, the usual reflections on loneliness, mortality, and whether dating apps have filters for emotional availability. But no. Sir Chuck goes deeper, like, really deeper, into the grief of watching your parents grow old while realizing you’ve also somehow become one of them.
But that’s only part of it. Chuckberry somehow crams an entire buffet of life into this story. Sex, longing, regret, identity, and the endless human quest to make sense of it all.
This book also gave me a window into the lives of gay men, particularly their sex lives, with zero censorship and maximum honesty. There’s no warning label, but I'll be clear now, this is not a bedtime story for your niece. However, it is essential reading for adults who still think bading and bayot are insults.
Chuckberry writes so well it’s annoying. Every sigh, rustle, bead of sweat, the smell of regret, hits you like a cinematic close-up. Maski yata singa ng langaw sa loob ng jeep kaya niyang ipa-imagine sa iyo ng buong-buo.
Somewhere along the way I stopped reading and started watching. If you don’t pause to breathe, you’ll forget you’re holding a book and not watching a perfectly shot film.
And if this story really ends here, if Ryan’s tale just vanishes without any hope of continuation, I’m joining the protest.
Count me in with the furious readers boycotting Chuckberry for ghosting us.
Man, you don’t drop a story this good, this charged, this thirsty, and then just disappear. 'Di ka ba karmahin niyan, boss.