Even as a young teenager, I have always been completely obsessed with sexy Latin hunks. Born in Pensacola, Florida in a predominately gringo community, I felt that there was just something so exotic and erotic about the suave and charismatic way a Latin man carried himself – well at least the ones I saw on TV – that just made them absolutely irresistible. At about 13, as I was coming to terms with my sexuality, a new Latin sensation had just made a big name for himself in the teen community. His name was Ricky Martin, and between those tight leather pants and the thoughts of “Living La Vida Loca” with him, I was enthralled. A few months later, I was blessed once more with the arrival of a super sexy new Latin pop star for me to admire, Enrique Iglesias.
