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The perpetually grey skies that Lima is known for made everything look mystical. I was hot and horny, or Caliente , as they say here in Peru. I turned the corner and saw a handsome young boy hanging out the side door of a city bus. My heart skipped a beat, and I lost track of where I was once I saw who got off the bus; he had the eyes of the people in the paintings I had just seen.
He had a squinted eye that looked like what we would consider Asian , but his skin was far too dark. He was exotic and well-dressed in a black hoodie that covered almost everything but his eyes, nose, and angular hair that hung below the hood.
He was short and skinny, and you could tell he was artistic by how he dressed. He walked like he was breaking the rules. He quickly descended the street past the Spanish colonial buildings through the decaying elegance of downtown Lima. I knew then that we were heading to the same destination.
There was a guilt he carried, along with his backpack that hung on his slender shoulders. I knew it well. I was holding it myself. The locker room was chaotic but clean. Men in various states of undress dried their hair while their pants hung unbuttoned from their waist, their hairy bodies on display, barefoot, their bags and lockers sat open with their secrets exposed. The locker room emptied into a square foyer, a black box with a staircase on one side, showers on another, and a hallway to an atrium on the fourth side.
