My Name is Lon Gon – a Filipino from Manila. I do have an earthly name and I do have an earthly life, but that doesn’t matter. “Lon Gon” is my Satanist alter ego. I’m proud of him, I’m proud of myself.
I am Asian. I am a Gay Man. I am an Independent Satanist. I did my blood pact with the Father SATAN on November 19, 2013, at 2:30 a.m.; this was 10 days before my first-year anniversary of “knowing” Satanism, the first signal of which came to me on November 29, 2012.
I am a bitchy, stern, stubborn, smart, and accomplished professional, working in an outsourcing company as a senior editor of international publications and as a trainer for editors. On the side, I nurture my passion for the arts by being a classical pianist, a tenor in a choir, a musical director, a film director, and a manager of an indie/short film productions group. Collecting records is an addiction; cooking, a passion; photography, a goal; restoring old cars, a dream.
I am openly GAY and I’m proud of it. I’m not the screaming type, though, but I don’t try to be discreet either, and definitely I don’t cross-dress. I often define myself as plainly “a guy who wants a guy.” I love to be myself; what you see is what you get. No, I’m not easy to please. My standards are a mix of American and high-end Filipino – in everything such as food, clothing, music, movies, books, and gadgets. I frequent North and South California, as my friends and folks are there. Many may say i’m just one short fat guy, but hey, I’m proud of myself and know my worth given what’s in my head and what I can do.
I’m an only child and I’m stern, frank, but REASONABLE. I operate by logic but somehow still believe in the value of human emotion; maybe that’s why I would hate to handle leadership functions that involve manipulating hands and minds to feed corporate trolls and goblins (ugh!). I value family and friends; I love my Mother more than anybody else, and that is the first thing i tell a guy who wants to be my partner. It is something he has to accept and respect. On a lighter note, I’m a hopeless romantic. Once my heart is caught, I give love to my special someone even more than I do to myself.
I am a Journalism graduate from the University of the Philippines and further educated and exposed by US standards, and as such, I don’t like DUMB people and have very low tolerance for MEDIOCRITY; I’m sorry. I easily get irritated by trash talk, cheap friend circles, and rustic behavior that reflects poor upbringing and rotten family background. I have a handful of friends who I can still name, and I’m quite confident that all of them pass my standards, accept me as I am, and have proven their worth to be in my life.
Lastly, popularity is not my game. I don’t give a SHIT if the majority don’t like me; I don’t need them anyway. I’m content with what and who I have. To anyone, though, who would want to be part of my multifaceted yet somehow regimented life, you may be welcome, but mind you, I am choosy, and I do have private moments to which nobody is welcome, even friends and family. Take note, “I would rather have four quarters than a hundred pennies.” So, to everyone, if you don’t like me, I WILL LIVE. Who cares? Even the CareBears don’t care. After all, HATING ME WILL NOT MAKE YOU ANY PRETTIER.