
Taking a break from mania-fueled boy lust, I was struggling to come up with something blog-worthy. I mean, you get it already, yeah… I’m a great big gay and I love cute boys! But my beloved Mexicans saved the day with their hottest export since Taco Bell, SWINE FLU! Yes, SWINE FLU! (Malcolm told y’all that pigs were nasty!)
Swine Flu cases are popping up all over the world and has doctors and health officials everywhere racing to prevent the global pandemic that they’ve long worried Bird Flu was supposed to become (but never did). Swine Flu, though, is the real deal! Or so we’re being told. Over 150 have died, several thousand have fallen ill, and the World Health Organization has sounded the alarm. Public health officials have responded with travel restrictions and strong advisories.
Here in the City Under Red Sun, concerns are high. This is after all a “島国” [shimakuni: island country], and the outside world, now as always, presents itself as a grave risk to the eternal “和” [wa: peace and tranquility]. Yeah, ummm… so officials here are taking no chances, screening passengers, quarantining imported pigs, stockpiling anti-virals and warning the citizens.

And the citizens have responded, as they so predictably do, with blanket fear… and a face mask. Part to protect others from the wearer’s germies (how thoughtful!) and part to protect the wearer from everybody else’s, face masks are a common sight almost year-round… through cold season, flu season and then allergy season. In fact, a visitor to almost any East Asian country on any given day would have to be blind not see a least a dozen or so masks before they even cleared customs!
I’ve been here in the Land of the Red (Rising) Sun for almost 4 years now and I have never worn a face mask. I say it proudly: NEVER! And not that I haven’t been seriously sick on a number of occasions. It’s just that I’ve never been convinced that face masks actually do anything to prevent the spread of infectious agents. In an article yesterday on Japan Times, British health officials co-signed my sentiments, stating that:
“…available scientific evidence does not support the general wearing of face masks by those who are not ill while going about their normal activities.”
Read the entire article here.
My sardonic wit aside, I don’t ever want to come across as a basher. But I’m just a staunch believer in the value of good ol’ handwashing, with soap and hot water, gargling with salt water and/or peroxide, taking a daily multivitamin, and coughing into one’s sleeve (NOT hands!). I’m also a very staunch believer in calling in sick from work or school when I’m ill. God knows that I ain’t afraid to call in like: “すみません、病気になりましたので今日仕事に行けなくなりました。” [Sumimasen, byouki ni narimashita no de kyou shigoto ni ikenaku narimashita.] Hell, it is what it is, my fellow residents! It’s OK to call in sick when you really are (and sometimes maybe when you really aren’t). I promise, your Shinto gods’ll forgive you! But no! You’d rather commute through one the most densely populated megapoleis, sit in crowded, poorly ventilated office, and wear your ineffective face mask.
This is why I’m such a “you-so-nasty” side-eye throwing germophobe! No, I might not wear a mask. But I stay vigilant. And I stay with a bottle of tepika alcohol gel in my murse at ALL times!

Yeah, y’all might’ve gotten me in the past. But I will NOT be getting hit with this one!!!