a rock and a hard place. i wondered if this saying could be translated into puerto rican and that’s when i realized one thing and another. i’ve known this saying always. entre la espada y la pared. between a sword and a wall. oh! this realization came to be as i was between a king and a ghost from my past.
my 20s were as a haze. so many clouds. unresolved trauma. the insecurities of a rican gay shorty who never felt taken care of. the determination of someone who knew better than most, life doesn’t afford you second chances. and the outrageous sex drive of a new york homosexual. you can get it when you want it; offered where you least expect it.
we met at a political event. i was there as a volunteer and my duty was to escort the vip’s to their green room. so intense. the way he looked at me. his tie was loosened like he had a job that paid well. a skin fade and studs on his oversized ears. my type.