There’s an identity that was forced onto me, and the one that my culture never wanted me to be. Somewhere in the middle, I was there. See me.

I am there—somewhere between the expectations of the toxic macho culture I was born into and the joyful freedom of my authentic nature. See me?

A sensitive young boy, I was called a faggot at school and a Maricón at home. Buried under so much guilt and shame, I was there. See me.

Every day I still struggle between who I am expected to be and who I am meant to be.

I was there. I am still there. See me.

See Me