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lunes, 3 de diciembre de 2018

Naked party


   Everything had become a little too overbearing in the inside, so I made my way outside. There was a large porch kind of thing, where people could have a smoke or just go down to the beach and relax there. Of course, being a naked party, the organizers had been smart enough to put several warnings on the sand for people to avoid the water. Most were drunk and it would have been a grave mistake for any of them to enter the water in that state. There was even a lifeguard on duty, which seemed to be very bored.

 I went around the house, all along the porch, and finally found a spot to be alone and in peace. There was some kind of mannequin offering cigarettes, reminding people to only grab one. You could light it up with a built-in lighter that the doll had on its hand. It was kind of a clever idea and I was in such desperate need to relax that the cigarette was essential for that. I didn’t really smoke that much in my daily life, but this kinds of parties made me resort to that kind of vice in a very predictable way.

 The air was rather warm that night, yet there was a wind blowing from the ocean that felt chilly and gave goose bumps in an instant. I found myself caressing my arms as I smoked and watched some people playing around on the beach and the lifeguard yawning, but still watching them very closely. I could hear the ocean and it could be seen but only because a red lantern, kind of a Chinese thing, had been lit in the middle of the beach, right at the center of the section reserved for people that had come to the party.

 Curiously, I had come because of a flyer I had been given in another beach, the official gay beach very nearby. The truth is, the gay didn’t really wanted me to have the flyer, it was a thing of the wind blowing and him being unable to keep his things in order. He must have felt ashamed when I grabbed the paper and asked what it was about. He explained and just let me have the flyer, obviously dreading the idea of a guy like me going to such an event. I have to say I wanted to laugh at him but I didn’t.

 They were giving the flyers to all hot guys on the beach and it was clear they didn’t consider me one. I wasn’t ripped, with an eight pack and tall as a tree. I didn’t have any of that, even if I had been working out at the gym like a crazy person in order to be looking nice for this holiday. I had planned it for a while, something that I would be doing for myself and by myself, so I really wanted to look as good as possible. I had even bought a speedo type swimwear that made me a little bit uncomfortable. The flyers guys weren’t helping me a lot in that department, but I just went through it.

 My attempted laughter at the flyer guy had been caused by the idea that I found the party they were promoting something silly and the kind of thing I would never participate in. So I just forgot about it until I saw the flyer back in the hotel, after having a shower and preparing to go down and have dinner. I read the whole thing and I have to confess I found it to be very interesting. So much so, that I decided to investigate a little further. I spent the duration of my dinner reading on my cellphone about those kinds of parties.

 The mere idea of being naked around other people made me laugh out of nervousness. I wasn’t able to imagine being in such an event because I had always been too self-conscious about my physical appearance. Even after so many hours of workout and dedication to my body, I was still ashamed to parade without a t-shirt, much less being totally naked. I still had some “love handles” as well as many things that those guys on the beach didn’t have. But somehow, I decided to take it on as a challenge.

 They couldn’t stop me from going and I had decided it was the perfect kind of thing to push myself and just try new things. Maybe it wasn’t going to be my type of party or my kind of people, but that wasn’t the important part. The idea was to experience something different, something that I would have never done back home, being afraid of running into someone or something like that. I had decided to be a little bit more adventurous, in order to accept myself a little bit more, to love myself more in order to live a healthier life.

So, silly me, I looked all over my luggage for the best clothes to wear. I knew it was supposed to be a naked party, but my guess was that everyone arrived clothed. So it could be nice to give the right impression from the first moment, even if things were going to change in a matter of minutes. So I chose one of my favorite shirts, matching shorts and flip-flops. I also picked the best underwear possible: they were clean, had really bright and beautiful color and could attract attention even if there was a fire in the place.

 The house was located down the road from my hotel. I neglected to realize I had to walk a long stretch of a very dark road, but I finally arrived and was kind of glad to see so many people there already. They hadn’t opened the place yet, so they were all waiting for the doors to open. I was very pleased to realize that there were so many different kinds of men: tall ones and short ones, chubby ones and athletic ones. And so on. It was very comforting to see that no matter who gave away the flyers, people would come because it was their right to have a nice time with many other different people.

 There was a large locker room, in which I was able to grab a tiny locker for my clothes. It was kind of chaotic at one point, but eventually everyone got in and had somewhere to put their things. A key was assigned to each person, corresponding to a locker, and you had to keep the key with you at all times. They asked people to never remove footwear only because it was a standard thing but it was also clarified that they did not use any glasses on the party, preferring plastic cups instead, which seemed like a better idea.

 The light in the locker room was dark but also very red, so it was hard to actually take a look at anyone. That made me feel a little bit more at ease of being in such a crowded room. But it was getting even more crowded as time went by, so I just took everything off pretty fast and locked my locker in order to move on to the main part of the event, which took place on most rooms of the house. From the outside, it looked like a typical summer beach house, but it was clear they had made some modifications in the inside.

 For instance, there was no proper kitchen. Instead, its place had been taken by a bar and some sort of snack area, each tended by a group of very attractive men. For a moment, it looked like something funny but the more time I spent there, the more comfortable it seemed. They clarified that if people wanted to have sexual intercourse, they could do it in the upper floors. The only limitation was that people had to leave their drinks in the lower level. Besides that, the porch and the beach were opened, also with restrictions.

 Up to the moment I went out to the porch, I had been walking around the lower level of the house, having some snacks and drinks. I even found myself talking to people but they would mostly leave for the upper level and I didn’t really feel ready for that. So that’s why I stepped out of the house and smoked for a bit in the porch. When I finished smoking, I decided to walk on the sand and just sit there for a while. Somehow, my brain felt filled with ideas and questions and so many things, that it made me feel tired.

 The lifeguard came down his post and walked towards a group of guys that were playing around and reminded them to keep it civilized, as drunken shenanigans were not acceptable. He seemed pretty serious so they stopped playing around and just went back to the house.

 He then turned to me and, to my surprise, he smiled. He started talking and then I answered and he sat besides me. I have no idea for how long I stayed there, talking to him. But at the end, we agreed on meeting the next day on the public beach, to talk some more and maybe have something to eat.

 I’m already looking forward to it.

lunes, 13 de julio de 2015

New life

   Just before the quake, all the horses left the fields. The Winston’s employees had left them put to pasture but they had no idea of knowing they would behave so strangely right before and after the quake. They never came back and only a couple could be retrieved from other farms. People were too busy attending to the wounded to worry about some horses. The family had not had any casualties but their offices in the city had been destroyed and that was devastating enough. They lived on their bank and their bank was now destroyed. They had data and other offices but it would take time to put everything in order again. Everything was in chaos though, and what remained of the building had been looted once and again.

 Jonathan and Peter, father and son, had decided to leave for the city immediately, in order to focus on the retrieval of data from their other offices in order to rebuild. So they left Regina and Vivian, mother and daughter, alone with their staff. Only the lifetime gardener and one maid had stayed with them. The rest had, comprehensibly, left their jobs to be with their families. Every single family had at least one casualty so people were just gathering and looking to be together, not to split or fight because someone had been lost. The air was also contaminated with this worry, this sentiment of grief and death. Many said that the city, once a thriving metropolis, was now an enormous graveyard and that all efforts should be concentrated on that, because they needed to go back to normal and that was impossible with that feeling in the air.

 The two women waited for days and later weeks. But Jonathan and Peter wouldn’t come back. The last time they had heard of them, they had said that it was better for them to go to their offices in Hong Kong, where all back up was stored in order to put everything back into place but the women had not heard anything from Hong Kong either. They had called them there and the people at the office assured them that no one had come from the main offices to retrieve anything. Regina just asked them to call if they ever knew anything but they never did because her husband and her son would never go there. She was alone with Vivian and they spent the days, wondering and pacing.

 Finally, on one rainy day almost a full month after the quake, a man from the police came t tell them the bad news. Apparently Jonathan and Peter had been caught up in a skirmish of victims against security forces. The first ones were complaining because of the poor medical attention that was being paid to the people. It was obvious many officials and firemen were used to help the rich get their things back, so the mobs went for everyone. Father and son were there when it all started and they were two of first victims, only identifies until recently. Regina fainted as was helped by the policeman and Vivian went very white and just couldn’t say a word.

 Now, the two women were all alone. They had lived like queens but now their reign was over and they had to face the truth. With the bank collapsing as it was, with former friends becoming their enemies, money started to run out. The house couldn’t stay perfect, as it had always been, forever. So they had to take the difficult decision to sell it, and use part of the money to buy a country house, way smaller than their mansion, in a town nearby. The gardener and the maid had to go too and the day they left, it was the first and only day that the women treated them like family. Finally, one day in autumn, the two women took all that they had not sold with the house, and left their manor forever. Neither of them looked back not even for a final glance at the grand house.

 Regina still hoped they could get some of the money back, or at least keep one of their many business. But when people heard they had been left with nothing, they started to pull off from every single business they had ever established. It all went to hell and the women finally realized they had never had any friends but just people that saw them as a trampoline to make their own lives better. They didn’t resent them however, because Regina knew very well that was what her husband had done with many of them too. They were just paying them with the same currency and she couldn’t blame them for that, even at sight of their awful prospects in a house that had nothing on the manor.

 It wasn’t the poorest house in the world as they had two floors, a kitchen, two bathrooms and a small patch to grow vegetables. But that was not how they felt. Fortunate would not have been a word either of them would choose to describe their situation. Vivian was especially sensitive, as she had been courted by a very handsome and rich man just weeks before the tragedy. And now, of course, he had disappeared in thin air and she knew she would never again have such an opportunity to make her life better. Now, no man with prospects would ever look at her and she would be condemned to marry some nobody or to stay alone and bitter.

 But they couldn’t just mourn and complain. Because the money they had saved would run out soon if they didn’t find a way to get things in order. So Regina decided to start growing several types of vegetables in the garden and asked Vivian to go around town and look for a proper job, something decent but with a handsome pay. Vivian complied but that was an impossible task to fulfill. There was no work as many had left to the city to rebuild. She walked all over town until she got to a bar and realized they were looking for a new waitress. She knew that it wasn’t a great job or a well paying one but it was the only thing she could find. Besides, she could really use a drink or two.

 When Vivian told her mother, Regina wasn’t happy but she wasn’t sad either. She just sighed and realized that life is not what would like it to be and that we just have to do what it’s necessary to keep on moving. She started growing her veggies and in a short time she started selling them to the shops in town. People recognized her and most shut their door on her face, when they knew it was because her and her husband that many of them had lost their life savings. That it was their home, their cursed manor, and the one that had caused all of their misery along the years. No one wanted to help the woman that had been there and did nothing and she felt miserable because they weren’t wrong at all.

 Tired and with her feet hurting, she tried one last house and when they opened she realized whose house it was. Because it was her former maid Rosie the one that had opened the door. She didn’t know what to say and was about to run away but Rosie grabbed her hand and made her come in. Regina didn’t know Rosie had a convenience store in her home, were she sold flour, sugar, rice and many other things. She sold vegetables two and, without any further talking, she decided to buy the vegetables Regina had brought with her. The former rich woman could not believe her ears and she was even more surprised when Rosie told her they would need veggies very often as many people in town were being hosts of their city relatives who had lost it all.

 The two women signed a contract and, before parting, Regina hugged Rosie. She told her that she did not understood why she was so kind with her after all those years together but she thanked her with all of her soul. Rosie just answered that she had been a nice person to her and that it wasn’t in her heart to let someone starve simply out of spite. Besides, she had never invested in Jonathan’s bank, so she hadn’t lost any money. Regina laughed at that and discovered on the way home that it was the first time in many months that she laughed. The only people that could do that were her family and now she only had Vivian.

 They had never had the best mother-daughter relationship, but now someone could have confused them with sisters or best friends. Vivian would tell her mother everything she had seen or heard at the bar and Regina would tell her daughter about all the anecdotes and jokes she learned with Rosie when working with her, because Rosie had also realized that, in their mutual benefit, they needed a larger patch of dirt to grow the goods, so she was helping Regina to make that a reality. Vivian was doing great at work and was respected and adored by her employer, an old man that had seen more of life than he wanted and realized he only needed a glass of beer in one hand and his wife Ellie in the other.


 Eventually, mother and daughter lived a respectable life, full of happiness and enjoyment. They once thought their former life was the only thing that could make them happy but they realized they had only being happy when Jonathan and Peter were there. They still remembered them often and cried for them but not for long because now they had reasons to live and that’s what they were going to do. Just live.

jueves, 2 de julio de 2015

Un bar

 En un bar pasan demasiadas cosas al mismo tiempo y hay mucha gente, en especial las noches de fin de semana. La persona más notable, porque es quién más se ve y quién tiene que dar la cara por el sitio es el barman. Normalmente son tipos atractivos, que puedan venderle lo que sea a un hombre o una mujer. La idea detrás de su trabajo es simplemente impulsar el concepto del sitio y hacer que la gente consuma tanto como se puede. En el caso del bar Endor, el nombre del barman es Augusto, quién prefiere ser llamado Gus. Y así lo pone en una etiqueta sobre su camiseta para que quienes vienen a pedir tragos se sientan más en confianza y lo perciban a él como un amigo y no como un simple empleado. Gus es, como decíamos antes, el típico barman: un tipo atractivo que cuida de si mismo y sabe vender.

 Pero para la gente que lo prefiere, está la sección VIP o para personas que pagan más que los demás. En el bar Endor la sección a VIP es una sala apartada con algunas mesas y bastante espacio para bailar y charlar, así como el mejor surtido de licores del lugar. Mientras en la zona común solo hay unos cuatro tipos de licor, en la sala VIP se puede ordenar virtualmente lo que se quiera porque chicas como Alicia se encargarán de encontrarlo para el cliente. Ella ha trabajado en Endor desde que lo abrieron y sabe como son los clientes de la zona VIP: normalmente niños de papi con dinero para gastar y gente para descrestar. Y Alicia sabe muy bien como manejarlas sin que ellos se den cuenta.

 Finalmente está la persona que se carga del asea del lugar. En el día vienen dos mujeres de una compañía a limpiarlo todo y dejarlo reluciente pero de noche, cuando el sitio está lleno, el único que se queda es Raúl. Su único trabajo es quedarse en el lugar y estar pendiente de los accidentes que ocurren con frecuencia. Cuando hay gente que ha bebido de más, siempre hay charcos de algo en algún lado. Más que todo se trata de alcohol en el piso o en los asientos, cosas que se resuelve en un abrir y cerrar de ojos. Otra veces el trabajo se torna más asqueroso, porque la gente no solo tira sus copas y además tiene a su cargo los baños del lugar que son seis: tres para hombres y tres para mujeres.

 En el momento que inicia la fiesta un viernes por la noche, entra un grupito de amigos que viene a relajarse y a iniciar a uno de los integrantes en el alcohol. Se trata de Valentina y Lucía: la primera quiere que su amiga del trabajo por fin decida tomarse algo ya que nunca en su vida ha probado el alcohol. La familia de Lucía siempre fue muy conservadora y nunca celebraron nada con champagne o vino. Siempre se servían de bebidas gaseosas o incluso de agua. Con ellas venían el novio de Valentina y un compañero de trabajo llamado Pedro. Pedro sí que salía mucho pero este no era su tipo de bar.
 Gus le sirvió un trago a Valentina, que de hecho era para Lucía y luego empezó a revisar su teléfono celular. Había demasiado ruido y obviamente no iba a llamar a nadie pero estaba esperando un correo electrónico que debía llegar por esos días. Era tonto, pero la gente no creía que Gus tuviera algún problema de dinero y la verdad era que su situación era delicada. Se había mudado a la gran ciudad para tener un mejor futuro pero apenas podía sobrevivir. Y estaba esperando ganarse una beca para estudiar en Australia, para así tener una mejor educación y tal vez tener la oportunidad de vivir en otro país donde le pagaran lo justo. Hacía unos tres años, él había estudiado química en la universidad pero simplemente no había podido ejercer y la prioridad ya no fue desarrollarse como persona sino ganar dinero y ahora quería cambiar eso.

 En la sala VIP, Alicia entraba con un grupo de cuatro personas que tenían cara de tener mucho dinero. Ella sabía leer no solo el lenguaje del cuerpo sino también darse cuenta que tipo de ropa usaba cada uno de los clientes que entraban a su área. Con esa información, podía saber que productos ofrecerle al cliente y como hacer que hiciera una pequeña inversión en el lugar. Con este grupo era fácil: dos parejitas de dinero. Les ofreció cocteles con ginebra y un plato de sushi para acompañar. Pero lo malo fue que rápidamente se dio cuenta que uno de los dos hombres no era precisamente agradable y su novia era su versión femenina. Nada les gustaba: pidieron cambio de mesa, un rollo diferente de sushi y cócteles con más pepino porque el de ellos estaban mal rayado.

 No era muy tarde y Raúl ya había barrido tres charcos de alcohol del piso y ahora estaba limpiando su trapero en la llave que había en el cuarto de servicio. Era el único lugar privada del lugar y le gustaba quedarse allí seguido. Cualquiera sabía que lo podía encontrar allí y el podía fumar su marihuana en paz, sin molestar ni ser molestado. Pero estaba apenas armando su cachito cuando una chica entró sin golpear. Su maquillaje estaba corrido y parecía haber estado llorando. Llevaba además los zapatos en la mano. No se dijeron nada. Ella solo se sentó y empezó llorar más fuerte y el siguió con lo que estaba haciendo, como si nada.

 Valentina miraba a Lucía con atención, percibiendo cada pequeño gesto que la mujer hacía mientras tomaba un sorbo de vodka. La mujer se sacudió un poco pero dijo que no sabía tan mal como ella pensaba. Valentina se emocionó por esto y empezó a tomar bastante, llegando a estar borracha en menos de una hora. Su novio estaba un poco apenado por esto y solo encontró a Pedro, el compañero de trabajo, para hablar. Lucía solo tomó una copa y luego se fue a casa, cuando se vio que Valentina no se daría cuenta de ello. Los chicos se quedaron cuidando a la chica y, a gritos, empezaron a conversar y a formar una amistad.

 Gus servía y servía tragos como si no hubiera un mañana. Pero cada que podía miraba su celular y rogaba para que hubiera alguna respuesta. Se emocionó por un momento cuando vio la lucecita prenderse y era solo uno de esos mensaje promocionales. Trató de distraerse, cosa que no era difícil porque muchos de sus clientes le decían piropos y querían tomarse foto con él solo por su aspecto. Augusto era un hombre muy guapo pero a veces se aburría de recibir tanta atención por lo mismo. La gente pensaba que solo le interesaba verse bien e ir al gimnasio y, por alguna razón, alimentarse sano. Muchas chicas le contaban lo que ellas hacía para mantenerse en forma pero a él eso la verdad era que no le importaba. En el momento solo rezaba en su mente para que su deseo se volviera realidad.

 A la décima queja del tipo y su novia, Alicia estaba más que cansada. Ya había tenido que cambiar virtualmente todo lo que había alrededor de esa gente y seguían molestando, como si no tuviera ella nadie más a quien atender. Así que cuando el tipo se quejó por el sabor del cóctel de su novia, Alicia le dijo que si lo deseaba podía buscar al administrador para que hablara con él. El tipo se puso a la defensiva y le dijo que era una grosera que no sabía atender a los clientes importantes pero ella le dijo que los clientes más importantes eran aquellos que se comportaban de manera ejemplar. Así que tan solo se retiró y fue a la oficina del administrador que resultaba ser su tío. Él zanjó el asunto cuando el tipo indignado dijo que pagaba y se iba por la mala atención y el tío de Alicia le aclaró que no podría volver al establecimiento.

 Raúl, cansado del chillar de la joven, le preguntó que era lo que la tenía tan mal. Le contó entonces que había descubierto hacía un par de minutos que su novio la había engañado con una de sus amigas. Raúl se rió y ella lloró más pero él le aclaró, para terminar el lloriqueo, que era una tontería que llorara por un hombre y, peor, un hombre estúpido. Le pasó el cachito terminado y lo encendió. Entonces siguió una larga conservación, sentados sobre baldes, acerca de cómo la gente espera demasiado de otros, incluso si ellos ya hubieran hecho algo similar en el pasado o lo harían sin pensar.

 Valentina se había quedado dormida y para su novio era ya hora de irse pero la verdad era que no quería. Hacía mucho tiempo no conversaba de manera tan agradable con nadie más y Pedro había resultado ser un tipo muy simpático y bastante versado en multitud de temas. Habían hablado de política, religión, asuntos sociales y demás y habían descubierto que sus opiniones eran similares pero no idénticas. Algo culpable, el novio de Valentina tuvo una idea: llamó al hermano de la muchacha y lo hizo recogerla y llevarla a casa. Él se quedó con Pedro y siguieron bebiendo y hablando y riendo hasta que el sitio cerró sus puertas.

 Gus tomó su chaqueta y cuando estaba a punto de salir asustó a clientes y otros empleados con un grito. Había ganado la beca y se iba para Australia. Sin pensar, besó a la chica que tenía más cerca y ella quedó más que contenta.
 La policía llegó pero no por una riña ni nada parecido sino porque el niño rico los había llamado reclamando violación de sus derechos. Alicia tuvo que explicar todo lo sucedido pero la policía obviamente no había venido a escucharla.

 Raúl y la joven llorona se quedaron hasta el cierre fumando el cachito y salieron contentos y como amigos. La sorpresa más grande fue cuando Raúl le dijo a la chica que la llevaría a casa pero que tenía que orinar primero. Al entrar al baño de hombres, oyó gemidos de placer pero los ignoró y salió del baño sin más. Nunca se dio cuenta que era Pedro y el novio de Valentina que se habían caído más que bien y habían descubierto algo más que tenían en común.