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Making History: Gay Marriage and the NYC Pride Parade
Its Friday, June 24 and as the rest of New York is laying in wait surrounding the decision regarding gay marriage, I find myself out for a night on the town with my friends in the West Village for pride weekend. As I look around at the crowded bar, I’m awakened from my daze by my best friend who yells in my ear, “they passed it.” I instinctively asked him what he was talking about and was then told that New York City passed gay marriage.
I’m not going to lie. I yelled at the top of my lungs and was extremely happy that so many gay and lesbian couples in New York City could finally get married. But at the same time, I found myself a little numb to the whole experience. As I walked along the West Village, I saw so many people cheering and in tears at the news, but found myself unmoved by it at the same time.
But that wasn’t until it sank in. [Continue reading at Being Latino Online Magazine]
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
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
