We were on the second floor when he said, “Come with me Kukito, I have something important to tell you.” He led the way to the kitchen and asked me to take a seat by the large window that led to the roof. He said, “I have to tell you something about me. You see, your father likes women, like your mother, but I also like men. I am bisexual.” I was clueless. I said, “What do you mean?” He responded, “I sleep with my guy friends also.” I said, “Okay Papi, thank you for telling me.”
Frankly, this news meant nothing to me. The little I knew about sexuality came by way of being raped by a fifteen-year-old female cousin and I had locked that memory away in my mental vault.
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