Category Archives: Life Lessons
Accepting The (Love, Life, Friends, Family) We Think We Deserve
Several weeks ago I was sitting on my living couch flipping through the channels in search of something to distract my mind from thoughts of work and the exhausting day I had. As I paused to look at my phone, I saw that a friend of mine posted on her Facebook page, “We accept the love we think we deserve.” Immediately I remembered a trailer I saw for the movie “The Perks of Being a Wall Flower” where I first heard the line. And as I read the words, I was reminded how profound a statement I felt it was the first time I heard it. Read the rest of this entry
We Are The Ones We’ve Been Waiting For
While waiting for the train one day during my commute home from work, I saw something written at the corner of my eye. Sprayed across a gray door I read, “we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
Immediately when I read this I felt as though I had to take a picture of it and capture the moment before it passed me by. Several days later I had forgotten that I had taken the picture and as I shuffled through my photos on my phone I came across it, and was once again reminded why I felt compelled to photograph it. Read the rest of this entry
Living With The Truth
In an age where the awareness of the increase of people infected with H.I.V. is everywhere, I wonder about those that live with it in secrecy. Now, I know that this is a touchy subject for many but at the same time I have found myself in more situations than I would like to disclose where someone I knew who was positive was having sexual relations with others without disclosing their status. Read the rest of this entry
Pride: Being a Gay Latino
GAY PRIDE was defined during a time when homosexuality along with other struggles for social acceptance plagued media and the eyes of Americans as a whole. Even now, with the possibility of gay marriage coming closer to a reality I am reminded of the importance of
being true to who you are and the recognition that we are all multi-faceted individuals whose identities are not simply defined by one category.
As a man who has fallen in love with other men, I am proud to say that I love Being Gay and Being Latino and that I hold both flags with equal pride. Born of both Puerto Rican and Dominican descent, my journey towards self-acceptance has not been easy and although there were various trials and tribulations, I must admit that I am thankful for the supportive family members I have and the reality that they accept me for who I am. Read the rest of this entry
Ignorance Is NOT Bliss…
Sitting at my desk at work, I contemplate what should be the focus of my next blog post and remember that a question was asked of me several years ago during my MySpace days.
Am I judgmental was the question I was asked, and as I think about it now I recall the moment when I was forced to come face to face with one of my biggest fears. Read the rest of this entry
F**k You & Your Needs…I Come First
During my junior year of college a dear friend of mine once told me, “do not give priority to those that treat you like options.” Although they were expressed nearly 4 years ago, those words still hold meaning for me. In love and relationships, whether intimate or not, we sometimes find ourselves in situations where we’re not seen with the level of importance that we desire. We often find ourselves in compromising situations where what we want gets placed in the back burner. Since my last relationship, I have taken much time to reflect upon what it is that I truly want from life, and to be honest at this particular point and time I don’t want a man. Read the rest of this entry
The Only Gay Boy In The World…
Recently, I engaged in a conversation via the I Love It Supersized Facebook fanpage about when was it that I first realized that I was gay, and confessed that I had always known since I was a little boy. In all honesty, I was one of those children that sexually experimented at a very young age.
It is commonly known that children experiment as a means of understanding their own sexuality, and that those experiences are ones that regardless to how young the child maybe, they never forget it. Although it is semi-embarrassing and shameful to admit this, I vividly remember being under the age of 5 years old and hiding behind my grandmother’s bed, in her one bedroom apartment, and performing oral sex on my cousin, who was only a year older than me. How we both knew what to do is beyond me, but as I always say, “it is what it is” and there is nothing that I can do about it. Read the rest of this entry
