In my teens, I use to go visit a site called 321gayteenchat.com - it was time communicating with other gay folks. There were actual teenagers such as myself on there looking to communicate. Most of our conversations, either in a large chat or in a private massage,  were about sex, love, and checking in on each other. I did keep a long-term friendship with two guys who I eventually thought were grown ass men due to suspicious activity. Thinking of it now, I wish I had asked them about it. Luckily, all of that was harmless. 

The avatars you see below were the only frame of reference to know what the other person might look like. My frame of reference for what specifically Latino guys looked like in my life. There were boys in my middle school who looked like this.  

Hi, it’s me, Anthony on your screen ( ’ ; ‘)

I had a moment during / after work when I was sad and I just let myself be sad. I was like this on the train home -____- and it was great because suddenly small things that took me out of that sadness happened. Like an ad about armpit hair (Dove), or a father with his son on his shoulders, or a little boy running on the sidewalk while me and this guy try to like make sure he doesn’t get into the street. He was like 3! And his mom was calling out for him. And it just made my mood become a little regular again. That was cool.