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| PDA's on our early morning beach walk. |
From the city streets in New York to the Spanish "calles" in The D.R., the high pitch whistles of bated breath men will never be comforting. As a global citizen, I already make constant readjustments to accepting the social stares and curious gawks of locals. Some days are better than others. On rare occasions, I literally feel like a foreign juxtaposition. Beachtown Bavaro was, by far, the closest thing to a love-hate relationship, since I've accepted mushrooms as a delicious and sustainable protein.
The early morning strolls along the coastline would be a perfect time to freely show our affection in public. As a queer couple of color, we were less concerned about being harmed, and more annoyed with being harassed by the cat-calling and perverted men that would often feel like our PDA's were catcalls for attention. "Wrong tree, Amigo! Wrong tree."
Let me know if you're apart of the LGBTQ Family and can hashtag relate!
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