I was born in Argentina in the ‘70s during some of the most violent years of our history, leading to a brutal dictatorship that ended when I was 13 years old. My hometown had a little mall with a low-profile café/bar. The windows had curtains, and the inside was always dark and illuminated with purple lights. But once, when I was about seven, I took a sneak peek and saw two men holding hands.  That was when I learned that two men could love each other romantically. I then remembered I had seen two women holding hands once. However, nobody had told me about them – we never mentioned them…