“I like how you’re Jewish, but you’re more Mexican than me,” I told my homegirl. She’s from San Diego, farther south than my homeland. We were in her lesbian conveyance–aka Subaru–listening to Gasolina by Daddy Yankee. “It’s actually Puerto Rican,” she said. “Daddy Yankee is Puerto Rican.” We were talking about Reggaeton, music, beats, culture.… Read More »
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