TO PSYCHOANALYSIS
In a quarrel with Elena, I had told her that I liked men. The woman, furious, asked me the wrong question: “Would you like to kiss Pita on the mouth?” “Of course not!” I replied sincerely because he was a fat ugly guy. I thought that if she had asked me about Daniel, I would have said yes. My mother was cunning; she wanted to hear what suited her. My frank-ness brought me disastrous consequences: the woman went to her chiropractic and asked him what she could do to remedy this problem.
Doctor Chavarría prescribed testosterone.
According to Elena’s explanation, I needed to grow taller, but the doctor told me the truth: the hormone was to make me more masculine. Although a specialist in bones and hips, he claimed to be an expert in sexuality from the Autonomous University of Mexico.
We lasted two years with his injections, which I awaited as my salvation; the side effects did not take long to appear: I stopped growing and my brush contained more and more hairs.
Elena fell for her doctor’s deception, who saw the opportunity to make some extra money. These types of treatments had been discontinued in the United States and the theories that homosexuality was a result of hormone deficiency were popular forty years ago.