— tagged with “Polanco”

Saint Sebastian, thank you because my father finally understood and accepted my sexuality. He let me live my life and blessed me.I understand him since I’m his only son, but it’s not my fault that I was born as I am. It’s my fate and I couldn’t do anything.

Ricardo
Polanco, Mexico City
June 7, 1980

Sofia met Reyna and, admiring her beauty, couldn’t do anything but think about her. She opened her feelings to Reyna, and Reyna said that she felt the same about Sofia. It was a surprise, so Sofia promised this retablo to Saint Sebastian for giving them an opportunity of meeting each other and living very happily together with no fear of being watched.

Polanco, Mexico City
March 21, 1992

When I was on vacation in Veracruz I met Martin. We had such a good time together that I fell in love with him. But I was afraid he would reject me. So I prayed to the Holy Child of Atocha for a miracle, and Martin agreed to live with me at my house. He knew that I’m not a woman, and still he accepted me as I am. Here I‘m showing the day we met. It is a year since that wonderful day.

Polanco, Mexico
May 1979

I, Jesus Antonio, thanks Saint Sebastian because my wife understood my bisexuality and forgave me. Our marriage was saved, and I dedicate this retablo for that.

Polanco, Mexico, 2001

Armando thanks Saint Sebastian because Felipe returned to him asking to forgive him for having doubts and suspecting that he was cheating on him.

January 16, 2000
Polanco, Mexico City

I give thanks to Saint Sebastian because I met Javier in Cancun. We found friendship and understanding in each other. We passed an unforgettable evening on the beach together. After knowing that I am gay, he agreed to live with me. Now we live our happy life with no fear of public opinion, because this is the life.

Ray C. P.
Polanco, Mexico, October 1999

When I was on vacation in Veracruz I met Martin. We had such a good time together that I fell in love with him. But I was afraid he would reject me. So I prayed to The Holy Child of Atocha for a miracle, and Martin agreed to live with me at my house. He knew that I’m not a woman, and he accepted me as I am. And now here I‘m showing the day we met. It is a year since that wonderful day.

Polanco, Mexico
May 1979