Rebecca and I are in Cuernavaca, a city about an hour and a half outside of Mexico City. We both have some classes planned, and maybe I will post about them once they've started and we see how they're going.
This post, though, is about what it is to be a lesbian traveling in a foreign country. Mexico is very Catholic, and I don't know what the general attitude is toward homosexuality, but I don't really want to find out the hard way. We've been keeping any gestures of affection to the guest house we're renting. I've seen online that there are some gay bars, which might be nice to visit, if only for the cultural experience, but so far we're not much for venturing out later in the evening.
Ironically, Mexico, a developing country, allows for gay marriage, while the U.S. does not. The exact system is interesting. Gay marriage is permitted in the Distrito Federal (Mexico City) and in one other state. However, once married, a couple is recognized in every state. If only the U.S. could be so progressive. The trouble is that legal recognition is not the same as social acceptance.
So we're hiding in the closet again.
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