Latin Night

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Latin Night sounds like my dream but I live 15 minutes from a Latin gay club in Toronto and I’ve never gone. It’s been easier to hide in queer scenes and be mad at all the white people than set foot in a place where I can’t compartmentalize all these parts of who I am. Not Latinx enough, not white at all: this is the story for many of us and queerness adds another layer I don’t know how to navigate.

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