I THOUGHT THAT writing about Havana and its gay life would be easy. I’ve spent years travelling back and forth to Cuba. But there is nothing easy about describing Cuban life with its million contradictions. It’s like chopping an onion; you cannot cut through its many layers and reach the core without shedding some tears. I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time writing and erasing thousands of thoughts because my words fall short.
Havana stole my heart, years ago, from the moment I first went through customs. Outside the airport, an electrifying wave of heat and in-your-face sexual energy hit me and swept me away. The Cubans excel in the art of chivalry and they are unapologetically direct in their approach. With a simple comment or a glance, they can make you feel desired, wanted, beautiful.