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  • I write for a blog in La Nación, Argentina’s most important newspaper. The blog is called Boquitas Pintadas and it is a blog dedicated to the homosexual community, written by the homosexual community.

    I am not gay.

    I have written two stories so far. Both have been received with love and affection but also with hate, prejudice and criticism.

    My last submission was about a dear friend of my husband’s who finally came out to me.

    Most of the comments were lovely, but some were pretty nasty. It made me sad, rather than mad.

    So I wrote this poem, and posted it on the blog. The Spanish is first, because I wrote it first in Spanish.

    Yo no soy gay
pero si lo fuera
me gustaría
    que me conocieras
cómo soy de verdad
que miraras en mis ojos
sin juzgarme

    sin pensar en otras cosas

    porque yo,
    cuando te veo
no te juzgo

    no me pregunto
ni te pregunto
que hacés en la cama
ni dónde
ni con quién

    no te defino por tu sexualidad 

    o tu falta de sexualidad

    te veo como sos

porque yo, querido amigo
    yo puedo ser tu vecina,

    tu mejor amiga,
tu hermana,
    tu hija,
tu mamá,
tu papá

    y si fuera tu madre,
¿me juzgarías?
¿dejarías de quererme?
¿harías chistes obscenos sobre mí?
    si fuera tu padre

    ¿te reírias de mí a escondidas?
¿me dirías puto a mi cara?
    ¿a mí,
tu mamá,
    tu papá,
    tu mejor amigo,
tu hija,
    tu hijo?

    ¿a mí me juzgarías porque soy gay,

    y nunca tuve el coraje de decírtelo,
porque pensé que me juzgarías?

    I am not gay
    but if I were
    I’d like you to know me
    the way I really am
    I’d like you to look into my eyes
    without thinking of other things

    Because when I look at you,
    I dont’ judge you
    I don’t ask myself
    and I don’t ask you
    what you do in bed
    nor with whom
    nor where

    I don’t define you
    based on your sexuality
    or lack thereof

    I see you as you are

    because I, my dear friend

    I could be your
    your best friend
    your daughter
    your sister
    your mother
    or your dad

    and if I were your mom
    would you judge me?
    stop loving me?
make obscene jokes about me?

    and if I were your dad
    would you laugh at me behind my back?
    call me a fag to my face?

    would you judge me:
    your mother
    your father
    your best friend
    your daughter
    your son?

    would you judge me
    because I am gay
    but I never had the courage to tell you
    because I feared you’d judge me?

    Here is a link to the blog:
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