I’m the gay, wild-hearted, earth-rooted soul you might meet only once in a lifetime.

I’ve wandered across mountains, deserts, jungles and sacred fires — not just to see places, but to remember them. My journey through Mexico has been both geographical and ancestral. I don’t just visit; I listen. I carry with me the songs of my people, the colors of resistance, and the wisdom of those who loved this land before borders existed.

I’m an artist, an activist, a lover of the soil and the stars. I build bridges through words, ritual, performance, permaculture, and healing. I believe in passion — in love as a revolutionary act, and in queer joy as sacred medicine.

I have strong opinions, soft hands, and a curious spirit. I’m not afraid of intensity. I value depth over comfort, truth over silence.

I’d love to find someone to hold my hand — in silence, in laughter, in movement.

I’m a top, yes — but more than that, I’m a key of change. A living poem in motion.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

Because is fun to know people who listens

Interests

Sacred landscapes, ancestral memory, queer liberation, spiritual activism, mountain climbing, jungle dreaming, barefoot dancing, permaculture, decolonial art, healing through storytelling, spontaneous rituals, community kitchens, indigenous rights, silent walks, meaningful eye contact, desert skies, utopías que sí existen, conversations that feel like medicine, and people who live with unapologetic love.

Also…
Cooking with what’s available, art films, surreal animation, documentaries that shake the soul, writing poetry on napkins, alternative music (from Poppy to protest songs), queer cinema, long train rides, vintage clothes, astrology with a sense of humor, and making playlists that feel like spells.

• gay
• indigenous rights
• plant medicine
• oaxaca
• anishinabee
• tecate

Music, Movies, and Books

Lana del Rey

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

I’ve walked barefoot through the Amazon rainforest, guided by elders who taught me to listen to the spirits of the trees and the silence between the sounds. There, I shed a version of myself and was reborn with the jungle in my veins.

I was once expelled from a conservative university for being too free, too vocal, too queer — and turned that exile into art, movement, and a mirror for others who felt like misfits. What was meant to shame me became the beginning of my myth.

Also, I once led a healing circle on a beach at midnight under a lunar eclipse — and people I had never met before cried, sang, and danced as if they had remembered who they were.

Teach, Learn, Share

I can teach you how to reconnect with your inner fire — through ritual, through story, through silence. I can share ancestral knowledge from the lands of Mexico: from indigenous rights to herbal medicine, from queer survival to art as resistance.

I want to learn how you see the world — your language, your rituals, your secret recipes, your chaos and your calm.

I can share a meal, a song, a prayer, a political debate, a quiet sunset, a wild laugh.
Let’s grow roots where there were none. Let’s swap soul maps.

What I Can Share with Hosts

A kiss of reality

Countries I’ve Visited

Peru

Countries I’ve Lived In

Mexico, Peru