Latino Boys Magazine :: Feature Stories
Early last month we observed World AIDS Day. I took the time to read several of the hundreds of articles inspired by this annual event. I was a middle-schooler when this virus changed the world and sex as we know it. At the time we were subjected to documentaries, Health class lectures, movies, pamphlets and every other type of informative media which literally scared us “straight”. My generation was there for the inception of HIV and our inevitable fear resulted in borderline obsessive care during sex. However, the more I read the more I realized how poorly informed I was about its current status and how much this modern day plague has changed in its thirty years.
Last month, we were obliged to be “thankful” be it by tradition, religious convictions, or good old-fashioned peer pressure by those at the dinner table. Although a lovely holiday, Thanksgiving, much like Christmas and Valentine's Day, seems to have lost the essence behind which it was founded. The idea, of course, is to gather with loved-ones around a dinner table and put our consumer-driven, material-obsessed, technology-dominated lives on pause long enough to express gratitude for the many persons, conveniences, liberties and responsibilities which often make dinner with loved-ones a rarity any other night of the year. We then proceed to prove just how thankful we are for our many blessings by gorging ourselves with what can only be described as a mountain of food.
Fall leaves have begun to drape backyards across the city and another Halloween has come and gone. I have never been a big fan of this particular holiday, as I deem it a bit ridiculous to celebrate the opportunity to costume oneself as a giant baby or the back end of a horse. However, I do believe in “to each his own” and since the purpose of Halloween is to celebrate all things macabre, scary, horrifying and ghoulish, it never fails to bring to mind the concept of fear. Fear is a fascinating entity. It is one of those feelings that few of us enjoy, yet many of us are secretly drawn to. How else would one explain the overwhelming success of the lengthy list of horror films that have surpassed even Hollywood's expectations in the last thirty or so years?
Who is the Latino gay man? As a person who fits comfortably within this category, I do consider myself somewhat of an expert on the subject. As the word 'latino' encompasses many nations and regions, so, too, does the term 'gay latino' encompass a rather interesting amalgamation of qualities and attributes. At the risk of generalizing, allow me to put forth a profile of sorts; a written account of what makes our 'posse' so fascinating to so many.
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