In Mexico, it depends on where you go and how you act and how you dress. Sometimes here I still get that Mexican sense of myself. So if I’m going to going out, I have to think about how I’m going to dress.
I was walking with my friend on Bloor at University and it was a beautiful day, and we were deciding where to go for brunch and all of a sudden these two guys were walking behind us and starting harassing us and saying we were both “bottoms,” and using bad words. They were following us for only five minutes but it felt like 20. They were calling us faggots. They were older guys and they were drunk. I grabbed my friend and headed into a store and that was the safest thing to do. The people around us on the street didn’t say anything but I understand that. I didn’t want anyone else to bring into that situation.