Lok-Lok

I am always fascinated by the nick names folks use in the Philippines. I have to write about Lok-Lok (we call him Uncle Lookie but his real name is Antoine De Barras!)
I know, where's the resemblance right?
Anyway...I watched Lok leave our house (he lives with us until he becomes a fully phleged Canadian citizen in September) yesterday WEARING A LARGE PLASTIC BAG OVER HIS TORSO. so he wouldn't get wet from snow, of course. As I watched him with love in my heart, with his gay man's saunter somehow emphasized by trying to stay within his plasic bubble, I laughed my ass off.
I had to tell someone. I went for the camera but alas it was too late. The human condom had meandered out of sight.
Uncle Lookie has been with us on and off since just before Rodney's mom passed oN three years ago. They were cousins. Grew up together in the Philiippines. He was and is dedicated to her. When she was still alive he was her nursemaid when she could not eat solid food and was seeing three of everything whilst undergoing chemo on her brain. Now he is dedicated in prayer and thought. He works cleaning offices for a meager wage. During his time away from the job of becoming a citizen of this country he travels. He has written about ten books about his travels, his time living in Paris for five years as an ambassador and about his fashion design past(mostly ball gowns).
He did once have a partner who he lost to AIDS when he lived in New York city and now is almost 60 without a partner but very much a social butterfly and invited to more parties than I could ever imagine wanting to go to.
He's great for the girls to have around because he is soooooo unique. Unlike most others in their lives right now in terms of really being dramatic and acting unusually. He will speak french to them in the heaviest tagalog accent, draw them professional pictures of models wearing the most pouffiest prom dresses, teach them to watercolour fruit and other still objects. He laughs out loud and says things in their presence like "Oh my god you BITCH!!!" to the television or flip his long black with red highlights hair and just say; "DRAMA!" He calls the girls with a "miss" in front of their names. He also plays piano beautifully and always can be found singing a ballad or two while gently caressing the keys.
He's a real good one. We're fortunate to have him with us, part of the family.