I don’t remember buying “section gay” tickets for our first Mexico City lucha libre event. But there we were, myself and a small pack of fabulous queerdo friends from San Francisco, thrilling to our first trip in one of the world’s largest, coolest cities—a place that would soon become my home, though I didn’t know it at the time. Delighted by the anti-hetero raucous taking place around us, we set our massive paper cups of light beer on the floor to join the crowd in a rhythmic scream-chant. “BESO, BESO, BESO,” we squawked, signaling our collective desire as an audience for the pink Mohawked wrestler in the ring to [...]
More than 50 years ago, Don Julian Santana left his young wife and child and moved onto an island on Teshuilo Lake in the Xochimilco canals of Mexico, where he said a young girl had drowned. Most, including his relatives, agree that Don Julian Santana merely imagined the drowned girl. Regardless, Don Julian Santana devoted his life to honoring this lost soul in a peculiar way: He collected and hung up toy dolls by the hundreds.
Saveur is giving away free "foodie" stuff all month. Let's crash the site? There are nine hours left to throw your name in the hat for the first prize: a trip to the Cancun Riviera Maya Wine & Food Festival, which, now that we know is a thing, would anyone like to enter into a mutually beneficial relationship or anything, *wink-wink*?
On a rainy Friday night in Mexico’s capital, Antonio ‘Gritón’ Ortiz poured himself a glass of tequila. Across the room, “The Girl from Ipanema” quietly seeped from a paint-splattered radio.
Ah, yes, the scene has been set. The man is an artiste. And he is painting his taxes!
For the past 28 years, Gritón has not paid a dime to the Tax Administration Service (SAT), the Mexican equivalent of the IRS. But he is no criminal. In fact, in a country that has lost an estimated $872 billion to money laundering and tax evasion over the past four decades, Gritón is in good standing with the law. Like more than 700 [...]
At our hotel, Adobe Guadalupe, we met our host. I didn't realize we'd have a host, but he knew our names. He poured us each a drink and gave us a tour of the mansion, which was magnificent, and told us we had free rein. Would we like to do a wine tasting? Of course! We should retire to our room until he called us.
Room keys? "We have none. No one locks their doors here."
Mexico City lawmakers want to help newlyweds avoid the hassle of divorce by giving them an easy exit strategy: temporary marriage licenses. Leftists in the city's assembly — who have already riled conservatives by legalizing gay marriage — proposed a reform to the civil code this week that would allow couples to decide on the length of their commitment, opting out of a lifetime. The minimum marriage contract would be for two years and could be renewed if the couple stays happy.
Episodes One, Two, and Three of The Hairpin's eight-part Kindle Serial "An Experience Definitely Worth Allegedly Having" are now available in full via Amazon. Excerpts from the first two episodes can be found here and here.
1. The guy sitting next to us on the plane to Mexico looked like he’d been dropped in a pot and boiled — his face and chest bloomed in a glorious bouquet of pinks and reds. He was a mess of peeling flesh, so sunburned that when he rubbed his cheeks and chin, long strips of skin came off, and he rolled those pieces between his fingers, making little pill-shaped balls [...]
Beijing My best friend moved to Beijing when I was still living in the States. Fed up with my really-not-that-shitty job one day, I quit and bought an impromptu ticket to China. My best guy friend had just moved in with an Australian girl I had never met. After a grueling 12-hour-plus flight, he picked me up at McDonald’s (a clear sign of Americana in a foreign land), and we walked down the streets toward his apartment. When we entered the building, she was inside, greeting me with Spice Girls blaring from the speakers.
London For the first six months that I lived in Hong Kong, I had an Italian [...]