There’s a story from one of Nietzchie’s (I hope I got the spelling right) books about a girl who wonders if God sees everything, He must be "bastos." Sorry, I couldn’t think of its English translation. Pervent is a harsh word to use in this context.
Such idea became the springboard of Kuliti, a collection of short stories by budding writers, two of whom are my classmates in creative writing. I scanned the anthology while riding in a jeepney going home, after learning that the class was cancelled without any prior notice. A passenger across where I sat was throwing some furtive glances at the book. Good thing, the texts were small enough, it’s impossible for her to read the first story I was skimming. About a middle age man who recounts his first experience in a local bathhouse.
Most stories in the anthology have the same theme.