After a mini-tour of Acapulco that one of my English students and her friends so generously guided me on, we headed to one of the many strips of beach lining the bay area. As we came out from between the buildings onto the sand, a large crowd was immediately noticeable along the shore in the distance in front of one of the numerous towering hotels.
My student quickly figured they were probably my compatriots here on Spring Break and told me to get a closer look. After a bit of hesitation I went off to investigate with a girl from our group. We couldn’t make out the DJ’s rambling from an enclosed area belonging to the beach-side resort over the blaring hip-hop, but there was some type of contest going on beyond the wall, possibly wet t-shirt or boxer, and a large group of English-speakers were socializing on the shore.
Oddly enough, they were not engaging in the rampant sex in public places so many Acapulqueños had forewarned me of. As we passed by I felt the urge to somehow make it be known that I, too, was American –unfortunately I had left my stars-and-stripes Speedo at home– but instead we continued walking along the water.
Admittedly, I was excited for Spring Break season in mid-March and the chance to see some fellow gringos. If you’ve ever lived somewhere outside of your country, state or even city, you can relate to the sense of needing to connect with someone who shares a similar background because you feel that you can automatically identify with that person. When I see people who I believe may be from the U.S. (obnoxious, loud American tourists not included), it’s as if a feeling comes over me urging me to shout out, “Wait up guys! I’m gringo too!”
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In other words, I feel like it’s my community by default, and thus where I belong. But at the same time I soon realize what separates me from these individuals. They’ve come to Mexico as tourists probably never daring to leave the main beach avenue to venture off and explore other areas. Additionally, they would probably be pegged as esprinbrekers wherever they went whether for their clothes, behavior or speech.
On the other hand, I actually live here away from the tourist zone, and although my Spanish accent is not perfect by any means, I can generally pass as a local. Another one of my pupils was telling me how he saw me walking down the street from his house pointing me out to his brothers as the gringo teacher at his school. They looked at him incredulously, “He’s gringo?” (And I thought Obama was supposed to help diversify the image of the U.S.) So while expecting to identify with my fellow country men and women I was reminded of the ways in which I’ve been able to integrate in a different community.
This realization is equally pertinent to the gay community. Semana Santa, Mexico’s version of Spring Break in April, brought a wave of turistas from Mexico City and other parts of the republic along with a corresponding stream of gay tourists taking advantage of Acapulco’s vibrant gay scene. Even Manhunt joined in on the fun partnering up with Zoom, one of the gay bars, to sponsor a weekend-long circuit party.
At the pool party I attended, in a house overlooking the bahía, it was more of the same electronic/house/techno music (what’s the difference again?) that I’ve grown accustomed to in the gay discotheques of Mexico and abroad. While everybody else was jamming to the pulsating rhythms provided by the specially invited DJ Carlos Gomix, I was left yearning for Timbaland, raeggeton or even some 80’s Luis Miguel.
I was also extremely annoyed by the fact that the boy I went with, who I had met the night before, was all over me like cheese on tortillas trying to hold my hand as if we were boyfriends. I’m not trying to equate gay Mexican culture with gay culture in the U.S., but it makes me think of how many times I attend a gay function just because I’m gay and I feel the need to do so.
I approached the esprinbrekers on the beach driven by our perceived similarities only to feel pushed away at the same time by our apparent differences. Of course, here in Mexico I’m learning about the different cultures that exist here, but at the same time I’m questioning how I fit into my “default” community, or communities. This also includes wondering why I gravitate towards an event just because we’re both queer, keeping me from the opportunity to step out of that comfort zone and experience other cultures.
Ed
“…and although my Spanish accent is not perfect by any means, I can generally pass as a local. ” No, you can’t. Trust me.
Speedy Gonzalez
Andale, Andale, Arriba Arriba!!!
InExile
Being a long term guest in a foreign land, I can relate to this story. Right in my backyard is a high tourism beach with lots of Americans on vacation. I also feel the urge to walk up and talk with with them but rarely do. I do stop to help Americans for instance looking for directions or if I am in a restaurant and they are giving the waiter a $40 tip that was already included in their bill but they were not aware 20% gratuity is automatically added here.
Living here for 3 years I can say people can pick Americans out from a distance, even I can pick them out now. Sometimes I am treated like a “stupid American” and have to tell a local, I am not a tourist so give me the local price!
The gay scene here is almost non-existent with one gay bar opened only on Saturday nights that gets started at 1:00 AM. The gay culture is different here, for instance many of them order champaine or a bottle of liquor for the table. The music is a combination of techno and pop. The crowd is a mix of Dutch, French, and drag queens. There is one clothing optional simi-gay beach that is 90% straight these days.
Some people dream of living in a foreign country, I never did, I dream about the USA.
InExile
@InExile: Saint Martin (Island) is the place I was writing about.
Tallskin
When I visited Mexico I was astounded at just how much mexicans hate people from the USA.
Because I lived in Spain for a few years, teaching english, I speak a little spanish. And the look of amazement on people’s faces when I spoke to them in their language, was astounding. Apparently yanks never bother, but, so I am told, treat mexico as their colony.
Mexicans seem to like Europeans, which rather surprised me, considering our colonial interference in S America during the 19th century.
Brandon
In response to Ed’s comment, I’ve taken taxis probably hundreds of times, and many of them have thought I was from the area. Granted if we would have engaged in a long conversation instead of me just asking them how much they would charge me to such and such destination, of course they would figure out, “this guy’s not from around here.”
The point is, since I look “ambiguously latino”, some people tend to believe their eyes before their ears.
Mike E. Perez
ZOMG!!! My boyfriend just texted me to tell me a photo I took was being used on Queerty. I should’ve known it would be this one. 😉
Speedy Gonzalez
For the American tourists……what you give you get it back…
afrolito
The ignorance of people never fails to annoy me. Latino is not a race, but rather a cultural term tying a diverse group of people together by a common language and culture. There are millions of people in “latin america” who are of pure european ancestry, not to mention those of african descent, the indigenous population, asian, and everything in between. So yes…he could indeed pass as part of the local population.
todd
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Cam
So this whole article was about somebody who kinda likes meeting up with people from his homeland, and kinda doesn’t, and likes living in Mexico but misses things about the U.S. and is sort of treated like a local but not really………(Yawn)
As for how the Mexican’s treat people from the U.S. that is the same story from any place that is a tourist destination. People in hawaii and Orlando hate tourists too, it’s nothing new.
afrolito
I live in New York, and can’t stand fucking tourists, especially the morons from middle america, and eurotrash.
getreal
@afrolito: All you ever post is negativity get some anti-depressants and try to be grateful for the blessings in your life. Sheesh.
John from England(used to be just John but there are other John's)
@getreal:
I agree with Afrolito’s no9 point…COMPLETELY. And it also needs to be said.
getreal
@John from England(used to be just John but there are other John’s): It is just constantly posting how stupid everyone and everything is which any psychiatrist will tell you speaks of a subconscious feeling of his own lack of intelligence. There are so many interesting posts on this site it gets old to read his daily complaints about nothing.
afrolito
@getreal:
And you posting in this thread solely to take a shot at me, is supposed to be positive? Bitch, fuck off and go read a bible. No one is forcing your dumbass to read my posts. I skip over your clueless bullshit on a regular basis.
AJ
Well!
getreal
@afrolito: More positivity thanks little afro!! We can always count on your ignoramus posts for zero point. Go cry in your beer you depressive.
michael
@afrolito: Good advice Afrolito as thats exactly the way I have always handled your posts in the past, skip over your clueless bullshit, But I had to take this one last shot!
Mike E. Perez
@Mike E. Perez: OK, Qweerty publishers, it was cool to see my photo on here at first, but the lack of credit or link back to the original source is kind of irritating (not to mention illegal) — especially now that it’s being used as a promo image for Gay travel on the main page. Remember, this is a copyrighted photo that you took from my flickr account without my permission.
Please place the proper credit and link back, or I will have to ask you to remove the image.
Thanks.