#FlashbackFriday: In the spirit of the realization that this cat ain’t a kitty after all, here’s a pic of @dian_85 with #HelloKitty at #Seoul’s airport. #Korea 🐱🇰🇷
Back to @goldsgympolanco. Day 3⃣ #GoldsNation
#LegDay at @goldsgympolanco. Day 2⃣ #GoldsNation
Not ready for a full-body pic yet but here I am back to @goldsgympolanco. Day 1⃣ #GoldsNation 💪😎👍
Holy #IceBucketChallenge 💦💦💦🙌🙏 #AtheistHumour
#FlashBackFriday: Sandra & I around Stanley Park in beautiful #Vancouver, #Canada (back in 2010). 🍁
#FlashBackFriday: @etorremolina, @MattShepardFDN’s @jcmarsden & @MarckPappas at @USEmbassyMEX’s Benjamin Franklin’s Library during a meeting with #LGBT activists in Mexico City.
Two months and counting 😍
A Happy Gay Couple Riding the Subway in Mexico City.
I just love how things have changed in Mexico City to the point that seeing this is not such a big deal, now. This kind of progress is just mind blowing. But still, this public demonstration of love is so brave. It’s because of this kind of brave acts that we are now more visible and accepted.Thanks for the submission to Rafael.
Since when I was a little kid, I knew I was different. I guess you could say that I fall into the “stereotypes” of being a gay kid: a little effeminate, loved reading, sang to Cher & Barbra Streisand tunes, and I hated sports. Too bad for my family, I’d be quite a challenge to handle for what would happen in the near future.
Being the firstborn, made things easier and complicated for me at the same time. Easy, because I would get permissions to hang out with friends quite often without too many obstacles. Difficult because, as many firstborns know, we ought to be the lead example of how to be a good son and a good student for the rest of the siblings. In my case, I’ve got two biological brothers, and later in life, after my parents got divorced and remarried, I gain three step-sisters (one from my father’s new family, and the other two from my mum’s side), and one step-brother (from my father’s side), who’s actually older than me, but has never been a role model to follow whatsoever nor have we bonded quite well. To all practical matters, I’m the one that has the image of being the responsible one and the one that is scrutinized no matter what I do, and if you take into account that I’m an openly gay man and an atheist (in a very conservative surroundings in Mexico), then you’ll understand that there’s a journey that had to happen in order for me to become the outgoing man that I am today, which has costed me quite a good deal of friendships and lovers throughout my short life.
My story isn’t (nor do I pretend it to be) a victim’s tale of survival because mine isn’t one that deserves the sympathy of anybody, but what I will try to present here is one that shows how living in the age of the information and digital world is not something easy, and that doesn’t matter if you come from a traditional family or a modern family, or if you think you had it easy or complicated, at the end things can go wrong so fast, so hard. Hope my struggles can be of reference to others. We all are a working progress, so of course I’m even gonna figure things out here while I’m typing. Let’s see how far this goes.
#FlashbackFriday: Somewhere near the #ToriGates in #Kyoto, #Japan 🇯🇵
#FlashbackFriday: At #Dorasan Station, the 1st station to the north, not the last from the south. #Korea 🇰🇷 🚅
#TBT: In an alley with @dian_85 in #Gangnam, #Seoul, #Korea 🇰🇷
#TBT: Somewhere around #Kyoto, #Japan 🎌
#TBT: my UPass for the public transportation in #Vancouver back in in my days at @langaracollege 🍁