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El Gringo Suelto
Dateline: Stuck between desire and ostracism
Mexico is truly a different earth. Especially if you’re LGBTQ-whatever. Officially, this is not the case, though. When I brought my mother to the Mexican consulate in Sacramento, California in 2018 for her visa, I was surprised at the sheer number of diversity-promoting posters that festooned the building. There were posters celebrating racial diversity, and many celebrating homosexual rights. For all you’d know from that consulate visit, gays are just as well-off living in Mexico as in San Francisco.
But the reality on the ground is an entirely different matter, even here in Mexico Municipality, the most cosmopolitan in the country. Take the case of Carlos, my BF. Originally from a small town in Michoacán, about a 7 hour drive away, with about 25,000 people, Carlos has lived in Mexico Capital for more than fifteen years. But for all his charms (and they are many), he’s what “out” gays in the USA would call a “closet case.”
Though now in his mid-to-late-40s and still officially “single,” his family doesn’t know he’s queer . Oh, sure, they likely imagine. Or at least it’s very hard for me to believe they don’t. After all, there
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He must have acknowledged he would proceed the men, because he’d been on this stretch of Salsipuedes before. He’d driven through this part of Ventana Beach two years earlier when he was visiting his mother for Christmas. That time, he was looking for a place called Corazón Cocina that sold enchiladas with rice and beans for ten bucks a plate, and he turned left on Zapatero instead of Torreón. Three blocks later, after pulling into the parking lot of a Jack in the Box to get his bearings, he passed the men—a dozen guys standing on the corner across the street from a place called Churros Calientes, next to a red truck with a big wooden sign exhibiting handwritten prices for things like Glovos Especiales and Manteles. At first, he wondered what the men were doing, which was idiotic if you reflection about it, because what else would they be doing but waiting for work, hoping some gringo would ride by looking for a day laborer to mow grass or paint a shed or chainsaw a tree that had fallen in a chingadera’s driveway.
It was pretty apparent the men weren’t cruising, but seeing them there in that desolate part of town, away from the restaurants with scallops and haricots verts, and
El Gringo Suelto
Some stuff about me:
I’m acknowledged to some of you as “Kim G, Boston, MA,” the name I’ve been commenting under for a number of years on various Mexico-themed blogs, on Bloomberg News, and on various other sites.
I’m an early 60-something lgbtq+ man, originally from San Francisco, who moved to Boston in 1995 for career purposes. When there, I reside in a 106 year-old house which I bought and renovated in 1997. Since June of 2021 I’ve been mostly living in Roma Sur, Mexico City. In Parade of 2022, I bought a property which I am currently renovating. I retired from a career in the financial industry in January 2012 and have been suelto ever since. In 2014, I drove my truck from Boston to Mérida, spending three months driving around the country, and blogging my experiences. Observe the tab above if you are interested in my trip.
In addition to all things Mexican, I have a huge variety of interests. I’m a good cook. I bake my hold bread when it’s not too steamy out. I possess vegan tendencies at home, but meal meat in restaurants, and occasionally grill my own steak. I love meal from around the world. I maintain up with the news, with a heavy interest in th