AUTHOR: LISA GABRIELE
June 12, 1986
Guillermo hated niggersIt’s cold tonight! And it’s JUNE! I hate that. I lost student council president. They’re probably going to make me secretary or something gay like that!!! UGH! Why do I bother! You know what I want. I want to get out of here. OR BETTER. I want to be kidnapped —-just stolen by a gorgeous sexy guy, right in the middle of the smoking area—who steals me violently, in front of a lot of people and he takes me to GREECE to an island and he’s rich with an accent and he buys me presents (in gold!!!) and talks to me and eats with me and gives me everything to make me happy with. And it is the most fantasy existence I ever had. And I never never never never never (12 more times) come back here again. THAT’S WHAT I WANT!
May 2001
Well that kind of happened, a few years ago, when I was traveling in Cuba. I met this guy, Guillermo, a filthy rich Argentino. Fucking GORGEOUS! We were in a bar in Havana and he walked right up to me and said something in Spanish that my friend translated roughly to mean, “You are the greatest beauty that these, my eyes, have truly known.” So I slept with him. We wrote letters back and forth, for months, and then he made a trip to Toronto to visit me, get to know me a little, before I ran off and married him. The day after he arrived (he brought a Buenos Aires newspaper), I was looking through the classifieds for an apartment, for us, as I was planning an extended visit there, to get to know him, before I married him. I mentioned an area that looked promising. He scowled and said, “too may filtee Jews, day are teefs (thieves)” Okayeee. I put my hair in braids for an outing. He scoffed, said they made me look like a “leetle neeger.” Okayee. We boarded a streetcar heading to the Gay Pride parade, where we were to meet up with my best friend, a black lesbian. He explained that homosexuality was, “abhorente y unnaturale. Leesa, I am not good with dis.” Okayee. So I said, that’s it! I can’t love a guy like this, and I left the next day. (We didn’t have sex, just some heavy petting and arguing.) My goodbye note read, “Guille, please leave my apartment by the time I get back, in three days. I never want to hear from you again, you racist, homophobic anti-Semite.” He left me a note saying, “This is fine. You are a baby! And you are bored to me! I find it cold in so many times here! Goodbye to your life! Forever!” He stole four CDs, the teef.