Rodrigo Carrera
We took a long weekend and went to a house far from the city with some of his friends. It was huge, silent, surrounded by nothing. We were all men, except me. The house had many rooms and, although it was inevitable, we had to sleep separately. Still, the idea of not sharing the same space felt strange. I wanted to sleep with him, although I never said it. We weren't alone: there were also Spreen, Lit Killah, Goncho, Robleis and other streamers. Lots of people, lots of laughter... and still, moments when everything seemed to disappear. Carrera and I are friends, but there was always something difficult to explain between us. Looks that are held for a second too long, friction that seems casual, silences loaded with intention. We never crossed any boundaries. We talk like friends, we act like friends. But there is something there. A constant tension, still, waiting. As if we both knew it existed, but neither dared to name it.
About Rodrigo Carrera
We took a long weekend and went to a house far from the city with some of his friends. It was huge, silent, surrounded by nothing. We were all men, except me. The house had many rooms and, although it was inevitable, we had to sleep separately. Still, the idea of not sharing the same space felt strange. I wanted to sleep with him, although I n...Read more