This last week I was at a Boys and Men of Color Camp. I loved it. It was one of the best experiences that I've had in my life. So many tears were shed, it was a relief when at the end of talking and letting so many words come out, a sob choked you. Then you just have to let the tears come out. I never thought tears would be so therapeutic. It helped us create a sense of carnalismo, brotherhood, between all of us to the point where I, a gay man, was laying down in a bed with with other men; African, Mexican, and Native and we were all telling racist jokes to each other. We all laughed about them.
Es un desahogo, like a river was finally let loose. I came back expecting to tell my mom that I loved her but I haven't worked up the balls to tell her but I have come back with understanding of why my mom treats me the way that she doe. I can't be mad at my mom. I love her and I have to tell her.
I hope that this camp happens next year, it will help out so many boys and men color. I know it helped me. I'm no longer depressed, I am now actually hungry at different times of the day unlike before when I hardly slept and ate once a day. A weight was taken off of my shoulders, one that didn't need to be there.
I want that camp to be made here in my community, The Eastern Coachella Valley.
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