Gay in Latin america

Throught the years ever since I came out of the closet to myself. From the moment when I looked in the mirror and said "Nico, you like guys, get over it!", I've wonder over and over again: "why was it so hard?".
Being gay is confusing, you're a minority, that's a fact. Most of the people feel attracted to the opposite sex and not the same sex. Most of your classmates feel free to run in the lockers naked as you feel really awkward trying not to look what your body tells you to look and you command your body not to do things you can't control. You feel out of place because everyone start asking you when are you getting a girlfriend. Television says it, music says it, everyone says it. And then they start calling you names, as if being different from everyone else wasn't hard enough. Ok, the title says "latin america" and I guess this pretty much describes what most of gay people feel anywhere.

Latin America is basically a bunch of countries where sexually is so often misconceived that people tend to think it's linked with the culture. In latin america is pretty much accepted if you're a teenage mom/dad and everyone is used to it. In latin america there isn't a class where they teach kids how to wear a condom because that can put "bad ideas" in the naive minds of the younglings. In latin america, sex is good, but condoms are bad. And gays are some sort of new tend brought from Europe. Chile has two literature nobels, something to be proud of, but what not many people knows is that one of them is the only woman in the hispanic world to have received, and she was gay. Oh shocking, but a secret because we're not supposed to talk about it. So the question is, if no one talks about it, how are we supposed to know what is it?

I honestly, had no idea what exactly being gay meant and that I was one of "them". When I understood it, I felt somewhat... relieved! And then I came to realize all the things we don't talk about in the so-called liberal world called latin america. Latin America is just one big contradiction: we called ourselves a country with freedom of religion, but we're taught throughout all school catholic principles. We say that we're pretty open, but we don't teach our kids about sexuality. And we called ourselves one big mixing pot of cultures, but not many are open to take in different people, as gays. What I do? I don't lie about it: I am gay. I might not be one with the rainbow flag, but I love who I am. I love guys, I'm sorry, but what's there not to like them? And girls, you're awesome too ;)

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