I Fucked Che Guevara
Dec 27th, 2024 by Holiday
In the past four years, I have seen Che Guevara in Manama, Dubai, Athens, Venice, Rome, Milan, Wurzburg, Munich, Salzburg, Paris and London.
In every city, the hero of the Cuban Revolution – the former doctor from Argentina, stares at me from T-shirts, baseball caps, neck ties, coffee mugs, posters, and jingles at the end of cheesy key rings made in China.
Che is with me – everywhere I go.
Che is standing on a crowded corner of La Rambla in Barcelona.
Che is strolling along a narrow street of Cambridge.
Che is at the foot of my bed, watching me being intimate with my wife.
I remember when Che is murdered in the jungles of Bolivia on October 9, 1967. This marks the end of a summer that begins with the release of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Band on June 1.
That fall Che is a Christ-like figure laid out on a bed of death – after allegedly uttering those fearless last words: “Shoot, coward, you’re only going to kill a man.”
Che is forever young at age 39.
We love the story about a hero who embarks on a journey of enlightenment and returns to the world of his birth with the gift of immortality.
“¿Cómo es usted, Che?” I ask.
“Muy bueno,” he answers. “¿Y usted?”
Now Che seems more handsome than the image of the socialist heartthrob in his beret.
We invite Che to join us – me and my wife, that is. He surrounds us like air.
“Comrade, forget your martyrdom and allow yourself the pleasures of the flesh.”
“Gracias, mis amigos,” the ultimate poster boy of revolutionary chic says.
We beckon Che, as he beckons us in the iconic image of Alberto Korda, the Cuban artist who took what may be the most famous photograph in the world.
Our threesome is so perfectly natural.
El Comandante is hungry for sexual passion.
Wearing a smile of melancholy sweetness, Che takes my wife with animal energy. I watch as she is left exhausted and panting from his enthusiasm.
It turns out that Che is bisexual. After all, the Revolution proclaims a ferocious love for one another – and Che the romantic is always present to struggle against oppression and tyranny.
Banished are all those unpleasant accusations that Che - the university trained physician, the humanitarian, the freedom lover, the great revolutionary firebrand - sent 1,897 men to the firing squad during the first year of the Castro regime.
Mistakes happen.
Then it is my turn to be with Che, and he moans like an excited whore.
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