I come from Bogotá, Colombia, a vibrant city where the streets are always alive and conversations flow. I was lucky enough to grow up in an environment where freedom of thought was something natural. There were never any forbidden topics or judgments setting boundaries. That gave me a solid foundation to question the world and, above all, myself.
Everything changed when I finished high school and decided to move to Malta. I wanted something different, something that would challenge me, though I didn’t exactly know how. Arriving on that island, with its architecture and charm, felt like stepping into the unknown. But I never imagined just how much my life would change there.
It happened one of those nights full of music, wine, and party. That’s when I met him. His name, like many things from that time, has faded over the years. But what I can’t forget is the way he looked at me, as if he knew something about me that I hadn’t yet discovered. He was Polish, with a smile that seemed made to seduce and an accent that made everything he said irresistible.
That first night, we walked along the beach after the party. The sound of the wind filled the silences as our hands, unplanned, brushed against each other. When we finally stopped walking, he looked at me as if waiting for a signal. I didn’t say anything—I just took the first step. It was there, under the moonlight, with the cold sand beneath our bodies and the water touching our feet, that I felt for the first time what it was like to desire another man.
The desire was uncontrollable, like an intense fire. His skin was warm, his breath fast, and every touch seemed to erase any doubt I had. That night was our first, but it wouldn’t be our last. From that moment on, we were hooked on each other. We couldn’t stop. Every corner of that island became our refuge—deserted beaches, dark alleys, even his small apartment where the summer heat mixed with the warmth of our bodies.
We spent a year like that, exploring each other, losing ourselves, and finding each other again and again. But everything has an end, and mine came when I returned to Colombia. We said goodbye without promises, without plans, as if we both knew our story belonged to Malta and to that moment in our lives. I never heard from him again, but I always remember that time with happiness.
That experience marked the beginning of my true freedom. It was the moment I understood that my body had no taboos, and that desire, when lived without fear, is one of the most powerful forces there are. Since then, I’ve followed that idea of living fully, without hiding, and living every day to the fullest.