Okay, last night was Carnaval. And I went to Chueca, the gay district of Madrid. And what followed was Andrés asking me if I was scared. And Vicky telling me that she was all for gay marriage because everyone's life is their own. But that homosexuality is a mental problem usually the cause of sexual abuse as a child, at least in the case of men. I didn't know if it was worth it to argue. I meekly mumbled something about how I didn't think it was a problem, I wasn't scared, and...that was about it.
Andrés is conservative. I'm living with a conservative. One who doesn't believe in gay rights and views the Yankees as evil leftists. We like the same music. It's a strange world.
He asked if I had a blog. I said yes without thinking. And then said that I never write it anymore and it's not worth looking at. And I got away with not telling him any address at all. I would be ruined if the family read my blog.
Ok, well off to the Prado. A more exciting in depth post later.
Oh, my computer died in its sleep yesterday while I was in Toledo. I need that cable. The magic cure of electricity.
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