A review by vestarp
Mundo Cruel by Luis Negrón

"I sat on the balcony to laugh at myself and Carlos and all of us gays, eternal denizens of Santurce, who have polished the sidewalks like crabs back and forth and sideways looking for machos, watching out for machos, or simply drunk out of our minds, out late, arm in arm, laughing jubilantly at the cars passing, shouting at us: fags! And us, raising our arms up high like beauty queens, shouting back at them: cocksuckers! And off we go to oblivion, holding hands, swishing all along Ponce de León."