This is my boyfriend, Peter
Polanco, and me. We met in June of last year and have been together
ever since. Peter is from Puerto Rico and moved to the mainland three
years ago. When he arrived in Florida he didn't speak a word of English,
but his language skills improve every day.
When I was a kid, we lived
in Spain, and I learned to speak fluent Spanish. Over the years I
forgot most of it, or so I thought. Since we've been dating, it has
been coming back to me in torrents, so I have been actively re-learning
it. For a while Mom & I took night classes at a local high school,
but when I discovered Spanish-learning podcasts, we dropped the classes
and meet every Monday to teach ourselves.
Puerto Ricans are American
citizens, but if they live on the island, they cannot vote in American
national elections. The flip side is that they don't pay federal taxes.
No taxation without representation, y'know, but as soon as they move to the mainland, all bets are off.
Peter is a medical imaging specialist, performing MRIs, Cat Scans, Sonograms, Mamograms and the like.
Peter calls me his Gringito, his little Gringo. At first I regarded it
as an unflattering term like "honkey", but now when he says it, it just
turns me on.
We're often mistaken to be brothers, and I'm
not shy about setting people, ahem, straight.
I think it's obvious to others, no matter where we go together, that
we're a Gay couple. I mean, we're like Hobbits, but we've never met
with any prejudice. I'm surprised by the lack of shock we've
encountered. We went to a Naples high-society gala for the Humane
society and were encouraged to dance together, but Peter wouldn't do
it. He's a bit reserved.
His mother lives in
Kissimmee, next to Orlando, and I've gone up there with him a few times to visit her. She suffers from leukemia and is battling it with chemotherapy. She once told me she loves me for loving her son. I got all choked up.