A boy called me a maricón and I retorted: “So what if I am?” He looked mortified. “You’re gay?” “Yes, I’m bisexual.”īefore this moment I had never thought of myself as bisexual.

My desires for men were not really accessible to me. I had a couple of girlfriends and I was attracted to them. I could easily access my emotions for them. Indeed, I actively fed my curiosities for girls, while I starved my curiosities for boys. But after externalizing the label, I felt a freedom to finally let myself explore these thoughts and desires buried deep in my brain. That moment was the closest I ever had to coming out. Queerness was somehow always attached to me and after that day I decided to stop denying it.