Well, sorta…
I moved to Mexico a dozen years ago and immediately placed an online ad seeking a bilingual roommate. I knew little about local Mexican culture, equally little about the city of Guadalajara and my Spanish was rudimentary at best. The ad said “gay” because the country is very religious and I didn’t want my identity to seem like a secret…or become a surprise.
Javier, 22, answered the ad and we met and talked. He was so innocent and so nervous, I liked him immediately. The day after our meeting, he expressed his desire that we be friends as well as roommates. I helped him move from his aunt’s home and we quickly became fast friends.
My first questions of him were about the gay lifestyle of Guadalajara and his friends. Which were his favorite bars? Was he dating? Did he have a boyfriend? No, actually, I was the only person who knew he was gay. He’d never been to a gay bar, never had a date, never talked with anyone about being gay. Nada. I was stunned!
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