Prostituyendome: Los Machos.

February 14, 2008

Los Machos.

It was the 1st proper meal I've had with them in a decade. We ate goat liver, intestines, steak, goat shoulder, and roasted jalapenos aka chiles toreados. All in tacos. We were the only customers in the restaurant. It was a weekday night. Thanks to the gentleman for pushing the button.

L to R: Raul Rodarte Espinoza, "El Chino," Carlos Torres, Jose Gerardo aka "Pepe" Torres. Location: La Plaza de Armas. Torreon, MX.

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My name's Raúl Hofer Torres. All names are borrowed. I am a cliché. Raúl is my father's. Hofer is my ex-step-father's. It was shortened from the Austrian Topritzhoffer. Torrés is my mother's. It belonged to a hacienda Don near my hometown of Torreón, Coahuila, México. He took care of my great-grandfather after his family was murdered by Revolutionary fighters. I grew up and was educated around the world thank you to my family's work. I was a spoiled diplomatic/military brat. I reside in one of Mario's buildings in the Williamsburg area of Brooklyn NY. The people in the images and text range from a complete stranger approached on the street, to a model, a friend, a lover, or a family member. Someone I got attached to. The stories are new and old. Me in non-chronological order. "X" means nudity.