I’m posting this from Port of Spain, Trinidad. I’ve spent the past 2 weeks in Gros Islet, St. Lucia. I’m doing a summer term study abroad with BYU humanities and visual arts.
Because I’m one of two guys on the trip out of 16 students, homosexuality has been a topic of conversation frequently. My professors and the other students are pretty supportive of me, some are really supportive. But despite all that, I hadn’t seen any evidence on the island itself that homosexuality existed. This is a very macho culture, and I just haven’t seen any trace of anything gay– until last night, my last night in St. Lucia.
Friday nights in Gros Islet are street party nights. A bunch of us went down and partied like there’s no tomorrow. Most people went home around 11, but one of my allies and I were still out dancing when we saw three proud queers on the dance floor. They were local people, black people with skinny jeans that showed off big booties. One wore lip gloss. He was tall and had his braided hair pulled back in a pony tail. Another had glitzy earrings and a bleached mohawk. The third had fabulous boots and his t-shirt tied in a knot to show off his abs. And man, those sisters knew how to dance!
I regret not talking to them- but I didn’t know what to say. So I just smiled at them and watched them dance approvingly. I know the Caribbean is a really homophobic place, but they seemed safe enough. Several local women were laughing with them and shaking booty together.
I’ll be on the lookout in Trinidad, cause I am interested in where the gay community hides here. It is lonely to be in a place where your people don’t seem to exist. Where straight culture is so dominant and pervasive. I mean the men here catcall every woman they pass, without exception. Let’s see if I find more of my people in Trinidad.