Gabby Windey

We're boring as white people.

You, you are the white person for I am half Mexican.

So I only half boring.

And the other half longs for a salsa dance with my lesbian husband.

But the white people are stuck playing backgammon, wanting to kill yourselves on a Saturday night because you lost again at the easiest, most driest game there ever was.

While in other parts of the world, they're doing the cha-cha-cha.

A bit of an excuse to bump and grind to the steps of a one and a two and a cha-cha-cha and a three and a four and a cha-cha-cha-cha.

That sounds like fun, doesn't it?

But you're too boring to appreciate it.

It doesn't take much to have the discernment to know which one is better and it's not backgammon.

I'll tell you that right now.

I don't need to understand Spanish even though, like I said, I am half Mexican and I do blame my mother for a lot of things including my PTSD and my ignorance to my half of a native language.

But you don't need to know to understand his heart and a message.

I have eyes and all I can see is bliss.

I can see the beautiful Latino women with long locks and olive skin reminding me why I am a lesbian and a woman and a girl lover without sexualizing them.

Dance for the love of God.

Dance to his beat, his shimmy says, and I gladly oblige.

Titi me pregunta.

Titi me pregunta.

Ask me.