When: November 2019
Where: Parliament House
Who: Go-go Boy
Yes, I felt insecure during the audition. My body could represent only the Freedom that the moment possessed. Erratic beats unraveled limbs from the torso. I became a Go-go dancer.
“Let me see that booty hole,” a man shouted. His voice bounced off my ass. I turned around and leaned closer to him. He slipped a five-dollar bill into my underwear.
Men, like everyone else, wanted attention from a sexy Queer Latino. I fulfilled that fantasy because no one else could. No one else could be my kind of sex. Hip thrusts, leg splits, and pecs flexing measured the seconds ticking through the night. Who wanted to touch me?
I’ve been celibate for the past year and two months. The unintentional decision sparked an opportunity to rediscover Desire. I wanted men to see me. I wanted their hands on my body. On my bulge. Their lust made me happy. And I couldn’t ask for a better job.
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