chapter twenty five

When men are born they are taught that a name shouldn't cry, that it's sissy and only women can cry and be weak, it's very macho thinking, I know, but I grew up hearing that as I got older a man should be strong and not show weakness.

It sucks that people think that way and I hate it.

In Venezuela to see a man cry is to be a faggot, a gay man is what everyone likes to call weak, immature and mogoloid people. I always hated this machismo that we grew up with, because for better or worse we are all human beings, we have the same rights and we are equal beings.

Not because you are a man and you were born with a penis, you will never cry, why, why do all babies cry at birth? Crying for me is to release the emotional burden that I carry in my chest, to release all the damage that has been done to me or that I have done to myself, because many times we tend to hurt ourselves, we get carried away by our sick thoughts and when we realize that we are suffering a lot and for no reason.

Because