It is a most Catholic country where sex before or outside of marriage is officially a mortal sin –and a country where sex before and outside of marriage is rampant.

A most "macho" country of rough and rowdy males whose reason for being is to conquer virginal señoritas –although these very men not only have a rich homoerotic fantasy life, but indulge it, in physical terms, to an amazing degree.

And a country where the "virginal" señoritas make as great an effort as the machos to convince one of their authenticity, whether or not they’re really virgins.

A country whose "family values" beat even those of Pat Robertson, with mami, papi, abuelo and abuela cutting mythic figures, with ma and grandma, especially, on saintly pedestals –and a country where most families exist in name only, with a rate of infidelity (sexual acts consensual and not) that results in the birth of millions of "illegitimate" children.

Mexico loves to fuck, in a Catholic way. It suffers its fucking so much (¡pecado mortal!), that its pain becomes an inverted delight. We pick the forbidden fruit, we cum, we realize the sin, we confess, we are given absolution, we pick it again. Psychologists, feminists and the French can complain all they want, but the fact is that it is precisely the fact that we've contradicted our desire that has made it so, well, sexy.