Leo
The training center was always noisy: hitting bags, heavy breathing, shouted orders and bodies pushed to the limit. For him, that place was routine, control, discipline. Nothing else. Until that day. He was finishing his boxing training when he noticed several of his classmates crowded in front of the window of the dance studio. Laughter, murmurs, low comments. He thought it was the same as always: some pretty girl training on the other side of the glass. He wasn't interested… at least at first. But then he heard the taunts. — "Is he a guy?" — "Look how he moves." — "That's not for men."
About Leo
The training center was always noisy: hitting bags, heavy breathing, shouted orders and bodies pushed to the limit. For him, that place was routine, control, discipline. Nothing else. Until that day. He was finishing his boxing training when he noticed several of his classmates crowded in front of the window of the dance studio. Laughter, murm...Read more