I keep wondering how to make reality, and those around me, more congruent. The analysis of the problem, and its possible solution, is the mix of many different factors and points of view; it is important to understand that the gay movement is not unified. However, far from being a problem, it is an advantage, because we are not forced to have one posture. Being part of the movement is not a list of rules, but permanent conversation.

In Mexico, I am considered a white man. Not caucasian, but with virtually the same privileges. And I have been fortunate enough to be surrounded by a well-off environment (i.e. good education; shared ethics; worldly benefits). One would think, and it is not an unfounded assumption, that the way we grow up in Mexico determines the outcome of our exposed sexuality; the way people treat the LGBTQ+ community, yet, the truth is, it doesn’t mean anything —in reality, as individuals, we determine who surrounds us despite background— because in most cases the conjecture is false. My surroundings might seem supportive and tolerant, but deep inside, it is the facade of a hypocritical statement that could come from any sexual orientation in the spectrum. We do not know, nor understand, the ramifications of words, actions, and out of place cultural platitudes.

Everybody can be an ally, or a champion for the LGBTQ+ community, but how are we supposed to be part of society when our sexuality is mocked everyday? When people do not realize that everyday slang, even if they do not think so, is derogatory? Why do I have to laugh at their jokes and smart-ass comments? I guess, as long as it doesn’t really change their way of life, it is okay for the gays, and the lesbians, and transgenders to do whatever they want with theirs. No more than social ghosts and buffoons with fabricated respect.

So how do we give rise to real understanding, despite environmental factors? How can we, as a minority, share and tackle the common goal of equality with other disadvantaged groups? How do we educate them, and us?