leather jacket 4.0

final chapter on this series.

TW: talk about sexual predators, sex violence, drugs.

from the very beginning i was attracted to angora and her friends, not sexually, but the freedom of it all. a house full of crazies, drunks and freaks at all times of the day. very sexy half naked guys, some famous people, some about to be famous and the infamous. this was a part of the city ( Netzahualcoyotl) that i was an unknown, basically i was the new boy and they treated me as that.

i still had the body, and ass, of a ballet dancer and was on my: in weirder than you fashion period. no longer long hair, because once you finally become part of the “line up” ( one of the principals in the ballet) you have to cut your hair real short, folks in ballet call it: you become a men , so to compensate i dyed the back gray and yellow!

as the new boy i was a novelty to them and the folks coming to get drunk, mostly straight, dealers and the well-known “celebrities, politicians”. it was all very fun and i certainly felt special to have all this guys wanting to have sex with me, gang members was a new thing for me. i mean i messed with street boys and bad boys, but this were real gang members who had done time in jail or were looked by the police or , even more dangerous, other gangs.

soon, the alcohol and drug intake and sex started to be the center of my existence, not my job, no my family, not my friends in my street or my neighborhood .

and also i started to get used. at first i did not know that Angora was a pimp, controlling prostitution of drag queens and young gay guys, she was also in business with several night clubs to sell drugs in them. that is how i got the job in choreographing and dancing in the opening of obsession the new disco in town, i choose the Miguel Mateos song Obsesion, one of my all-time favorites song to dance to.

that was a very good hit, not so much the opening of Spartacus, that club is still going on to this day , that night we were all super high and drunk and we couldn’t dance as well as we were supposed to, in fact I almost felt down. at around 3am a then newcomer pop singer shut down the whole club after performing and said: drinks are on me! and from 3 to 5am the whole club drank for free, her name : Gloria Trevi!

i did not know that people were paying to have sex with me, not only one on one but 3 ways and orgies. once i refused to participate, they ( and i say they, because im not sure who it was) started to heavily drug me. i was being used. i got no idea what kind of drugs was, i truly don’t know or probably don’t want to know, maybe i blocked that part.

one of the days i remember clearly was this saturday, i was “dating” this guy named Gonzalo, we all called him gonzalito because he was, he is dead now, very skinny. and my friend sylvia was kind of jealous that i was fucking this very pretty guy and was telling everyone at one of the Angola’s parties. angola or la moya got upset about me going out with this guy, which they never met BTW, and so i was drugged out and stripped naked and put on top of a table to dance for everybody. i remember the eyes of people and hands touching me, but i dont remember who it all was there or how ended, the next thing i remember is that i was kissing this guy in an empty room, and i mean empty as there was nothing at all in that room, i dont know why, but there i was kissing this guy in his 30s , i was still 17, as drunk/high as i was, i made him go down on me, he did not liked that turn of events and as he was getting up i turned him around pull his jeans down and started to fuck him, he protested and i stopped but soon he was into it , his lover/husband heard us and came into the room, he just shook his head and moved on. in the morning that lover/husband gave me money to get a taxi so i could get home. it turned out that the guy i was kissing was de mexico city’s libraries director.

for some reason i keep coming back, maybe i liked the attention , maybe it was all of it. the feeling of adventure not knowing who else i was going to meet, what kind of trouble i was going to get into.

but, yes i realized i was getting used. taken advantage of.

after jose luis and rosalbas’ wedding , i never saw them again . i called la moya once, to ask if she had sex with someone i knew and we started to scream at each other and insulting each other. aaaarrgghh. at that moment i regrated the parson i turned into, the person i was turned into.

my time with gonzalo also came to an end. his image of “straight” was disappearing as 2 folks saw us kissing behind some cars parked in a corner.

he told me that it was over. one week later i was in a party, a sunday, and as i was starting to head out to go home, i saw him and he was super high and with some friends of this gang that was the terror in and around our neighborhood.

we started to argue and next thing i know he and his gang were throwing rocks at the house the party was at, i was inside, they broke several windows and were trying to brake the door down !.

people called that night : “the night of a thousand rocks, it was Gerardo’s fault” .

Gerardo Marciano

queer from mexico city.

not your usual trouble maker.