"A welcome respite from the images of masculinity I was told to emulate."
It’s hard to summarize the impact Walter Mercado had on me and so many other young, queer Puerto Ricans. I was bad at sports (particularly baseball) early on, which felt like such a disappointment to my parents. I was a really expressive child drawn to performance and the arts, which usually prompted my dad to tell me to act more like a “macho” in public. But Walter was a welcome respite from the images of masculinity I was told to emulate. Here was this astrologer with giant capes, glittering broaches and broad hand gestures — a man who embraced the campiness, magic and mystery that existed all around us. He never identified as a queer person, but he seemed to reject the machismo that I felt constrained my own magic. And my family loved him! He was a staple in our home every week. No one could speak while Walter was on — there was a reverence for his craft, for his performance, in my home that I felt gave me permission to be a little more me. Perhaps by accident, this dancer-turned-telenovela-star-turned-astrologer became my patron saint — and a source of joy for so many other young Latinx weirdos who looked at him and saw infinite possibilities outside what we’d been told was the norm.
– Gabe Gonzalez, Journalist