Nacer Puto y Argentino

“Tanto me vas a cobrar? Pero anda a la mierda puto del orto!”. “Que pecho frío estos putos”. “Uh, pero que putito te viniste vestido hoy.” Leí una y otra vez hasta que no me contuve más y pregunté, “porqué seguís usando ‘puto’ como un adjetivo descalificativo?,” y su respuesta fue … (la nada misma).

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En Argentina descalificarse entre unos y otros es algo cotidiano y muy arraigado a nuestra cultura. No puede pasar un día sin que no escuches o no digas “boludo”, “pelotudo”, “gil, “nabo”. No como algo negativo, todo lo contrario, lo usamos para demostrar afecto y confianza al otro. Claro que cuando nos enojamos le damas un significado muy distinto. Pero que interesante esta costumbre ‘argenta’ de “putear” que nos acostumbró a denigrarnos tan sutilmente. No me parece nada tremendo, de hecho yo mismo hago uso de esos adjetivos constantemente, cuando entiendo que no estoy ofendiendo a nadie.

Ahora bien, decir “boludo” es lo mismo que decir “puto”?. “Qué haces puto? Cómo va?,” es un saludo simpático o ignorante?. No es difícil darnos cuenta que ambas palabras están muy lejos de significar lo mismo, boludo: poco inteligente, puto: gay. Entonces porqué se siguen usando indiscriminadamente? Porqué la “joda” de hacerse pasar por gay sigue considerándose algo gracioso? Continue reading “Nacer Puto y Argentino”

Gay Pride Hypocrisy

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-Really? Is that still a thing?- I said with discomfort while watching a show. I was referring to the homophobia of a father to his son. We are in 2016, I don’t understand why people may think that you cannot be succesful if you are openly gay with so many examples that demonstrate the opposite.

But then I wondered if I was being honest with myself. I knew I wasn’t. I am still very conscious of the anti-gay discrimination. I still know that it exists. And I am still aware of what I do in my daily life that is affected by it.

In Argentina I never walked holding hands with a guy. I only gave a kiss on the street once. I was aware. I was very aware. I used to say that I was worried that someone could feel uncomfortable looking at me being with my boyfriend, but in reality I was the one that didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of people staring at me.

And that was understandable. Argentina represents all those years of my young life where people called me faggot and tried to beat me, because I was too feminine for their “masculine standadrs”. Continue reading “Gay Pride Hypocrisy”

Get It Straight: Being Gay + Testing For HIV = Fear

If you are a gay man, you will understand this; if you are a straight person and do not have a close gay friend (if that is your situation you should re-think your life, gay friends can teach you a lot -just saying) it’s time for you to know this:

Being gay and get tested for HIV sucks.

Since the first reported cases of HIV-AIDS in the 80’s in the US and around the World, anti-gay campaigns and media sensationalism have spread the idea that the infection was only for people with homosexual tendencies, specially men. Misinformation, fear and ignorance filled everyone’s mind.

In the US the estimated incidence of HIV has remained stable overall in recent years, at about 50,000 new HIV infections per year. Luckily now you can live a long life with it. But we are still afraid. I know that gay and bisexual men are the vast majority of the cases, but that is not the point of this post. Today I just want to share my experience.

Going to take the test for the first time was one of the hardest things I have had to do. I could not tell anybody. I had had a sexual encounter with somebody I did not know. Not unprotected, but it had been with a guy, so I was supposed to get tested. I went to a doctor and I told him I wanted to do a blood test to control my cholesterol and, hey, why not a HIV test, too.I could not tell him I was gay, but I did say I had sex with somebody I had just met. I needed his prescription to take it to the clinic. I went and had my blood drawn, that was the easy part. The hard part was to wait, wait and wait. It took six days for the results to be ready, but it felt like a million. Continue reading “Get It Straight: Being Gay + Testing For HIV = Fear”