Friday, September 20, 2013

IS IT A CHOICE?

Some people say it is.. some say it's not...
Take a look at it from different points of view and decide for yourself...

















So no matter what you belive, it kinda' is ok both ways...

If it's not a choice, then that's how I am... respect me for what I do, how I act and not for what you are afaraid to consider or understand.

If it is a choice, then respect me for the fact that I  stood up to everyone and despite their hate, I chose to be what I want, what I desire, what I deserve.


RESPECT PEOPLE NOT IDEAS, 
LOVE PEOPLE, NOT TYPES
AND PLEASE, NO H8








THE ULTIMATE GAY TEST :))))



Results:








Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Because we are "suposed" to know this kind of stuff... O_O

 





Why we fear Equality

     Zilele astea se vorbeste tot mai mult de legalizarea casatoriilor in cazul cuplurilor gay . Pro si contra....de ce da si de ce nu. Religia, valorile familiei, traditia, conservatorismul, evolutia, medicina, sociologia, stiinta, psihologia, toate acestea dezbat aprins subiectul. Iata si parerea mea: 


 

   In ultimii ani s-au facut multe progrese in aceasta privinta,  multe tari au devenit tolerante fata de membrii comunitatii LGBT, unele state chiar desfintand legi care permiteau discriminare pe criteriul identitatii sexuale, ba chiar legalizand casatoriile, concubinajul si adoptiile in cazul cuplurilor gay.
Astfel, comunitatea s-a dezvoltat in pasi repezi, pozitia marginala a acesteia fiind inlocuita cu una centrala, valorile ca "gay pride" sinceritatea si toleranta au fost imbratisate mai mult sau mai putin de mase, astfel ca astazi, multe filme, carti, melodii si mai stiu eu ce contin personaje si idei despre cultura si lifestyle-ul acesta.

     Insa, oricat de mult se lupta pentru legalizarea casatoriilor pentru cupluri gay, multa lume nu este de acord cu acest lucru, invocand diverse motive ca moralitatea, Dumnezeu, constiinta, capacitatea de a accepta. 
     Desi, daca stai sa te gandesti, in cazul cuplurilor gay exista cele mai mici rate de avorturi, divorturi, violenta domestica, abandon parental, si tot odata, din ce in ce mai multe studii sugereaza ca in cazul cuplurilor gay exista mai mari sanse ca: ambii parteneri sa aiba studii superioare, un venit mai mare, un grad ridicat de implinire profesionala sau emotionala. Deasemenea majoritatea copiilor cu parinti gay au un nivel ridicat de trai, primind o educatie pertinenta si intelegand mai bine factori sociali ca: identitate, alegere, responsabilitate, personalitate, unicitate,acceptare,etc. Deasemenea, acestia au un grad scazut de violenta si de cele mai multe ori dezvolta inclinatii spre arta (muzica, dans, arte vizuale, arte moderne, performing, public speaking) Nu e de mirare, deci, ca majoritatea copiilor din cupluri gay definesc relatia cu familia lor una stransa, fericita, bazata pe incredere si intelegere.
     In Statele Unite, unul din doua cupluri divorteaza de-a lungul relatiei, unul din patru americani a fost abuzat fizic de partenerul sau, unul din patru tineri americani nu reuseste sa absolve liceul, iar dintre cei care incep o facultate mai putin de 65% obtin o diploma.  Adica mai putin de o treime din americani are o pregatire profesionala superioara. 
     Si totusi, de ce lumea incearca sa ii marginlizele, sa le refuze drepturile si sa ii incetineasca in lupta lor de a atinge fericirea? De ce nu pot sa accepte acesti oameni pentru ceea ce sunt? De ce nu pot sa-si calce pe orgoliu si sa plece urechea sa asculte un sfat sau o idee diferiita? De ce nu pot, in final, sa invete de la noi, asa cum si noi invatam de la ei...? Pentru ca se tem.. Se tem ca "homosexualii aia " sunt mai buni ca ei, ca pot fi mai fericiti, ca pot obtine mai usor ceea ce isi doresc, ca traiesc mai mult sau mai stiu eu ce prejudecati aberante. Se tem de esec, se tem sa fie comparati, se tem de necunoscut si de ei insisi.
     Deci pana la urma cred ca e vorba de egalitate nu doar in drepturi, ci si in gandire, in valori, in respect, egalitate in sansa. E vorba de fapul ca unii, chiar si cu mai putin pot realiza mai mult. Aici e "problema"








Monday, September 16, 2013

Dear masks,

     I'm tired of wearing you every day and trying to remember what goes where. I'm tired of building characters just to fit the profile of a normal human being. Just because you’re not like me, why does it mean I’m not like you? Why did you cover me in post-it notes saying mean things about what I do? Why do I have to show you that it’s ok to stay next to me in an elevator? Why don’t you fucking understand I’m more afraid of you than you are afraid of me?
     Im tired of trying to convince  you that I’m not gonna rape you on a dark alley or pick your pockets on the bus. Just because I wear a hoodie doesn’t make me a robber. Just because I have piercings and tattoos doesn’t make me an anarchist or a bad influence. Just because I listen to different music or like some other kind of art than you doesn’t mean I’m a creep. Just because I’m gay doesn’t make me a misfit or a failure.
     I wasn’t traumatised by anyone, my uncle didn’t molested me and I didn’t have gay friends when I was a little kid. I recived good education and learned manners inside the walls of my home. I learned to grow good taste for beautiful things and emacipated my heart. Still, I ended up here, the queer you boo,  the guy you try to avoid on the street. 
     Being gay is not an excuse, and neither is it a reason.Being gay is not even a situation. Same for being straight. Stop using your straightness as a weapon of discrimination and torture.Stop labeling human beings for what you are afraid to belive or try. If you wanna get to know me and convince yourself if I am or not what you see, I’m fucking here. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. Lets talk… let me buy you a cup of coffee and let’s just have normal conversation like people do… you know… I can speak! Surprisingly, being gay doesn’t take that from me. Stop bashing and start thinking! Analise your words and your character. Im not telling you what to do, but you should try it out at least once.
     I have clothes I can only wear in my own room. There are things I can only say to myself and things I can only do in the middle of the night, when no one can see or hear me. Why the fuck is it so hard to let me be? Why do you care what I’m wearing or if I sit like a girl? Im not gonna flirt with you anyway because you are ugly… you’re fucking horrible! On the inside of course… I don’t care how you look or act, just treat me at least the same way I treat you… 

     Dear homophobic guys,Im not staring at you when you kiss your gf in a train station and im not pointing my finger at you holding hands on the street so why the fuck do you do that when girls do it? Oh…it’s different with lesbians? You’re fucking sexist and I’m sick of you. You jerk off over gay porn and you like it . just because in this case there are gay girls. Im not saying you should watch gay men porn or something…  I’m just saying cut the crap! 

     Dear gurls, keep the fabulousness up and don’t wear that much makeup. Both guys and girls wanna see your face, not a painting. We don’t need to necessarily see your butt when you walk to the shop to get ciggarets. Your 2 inch skirt doesn’t make you a better person, and neither does a blouse with a v-shape neckline going all the way down to your belly button. 
   
 Dear homophobes,you are so fucking GAY!!! 
    
     If I like guys it doesn’t mean I can’t turn my head at a cute chick passing by on the street. I don’t feel the need to whistle or slap her if I don’t know her and wanna make a joke, but still….I can appreciate beauty and style. Both in men or women… I’m not sexist, I’m not racist and I’m not pregnant, thanks God. But when I see you , when I hear you shouting “FAG!!!” from across the street, when I catch a glance of your disgusted look at my fabulous boyfriend holding my hand, I just wanna leave him there, and come fuck you in the ass… And not in a gentle, romantic way but the hardcore way, strapped on to a pole, with a 12 inch dildo. I wanna call all my gays and make an orgy right there and then… share you with everyone, because you’re a fucking cunt… And let’s see if when your mouth is full you can still shout “FAG!!!” 

     Dear people, all over the world, I love you! I fucking love you ! I love you in every single way and you can’t do a thing about it! I love your diversity, your differences and your styles. I wanna meet all of you and have a chance to get to know who you really are… If you need someone to listen, I’m here! If you need a shoulder to cry on I’m here! If you need a wingman or a buddy to party with, I’m here. If you wanna share your experience and learn more about us, I’m here… If you ever need help or anything at all, I’m fucking here!
     Finally if you’re a guy, you’re cute and u think it might work…I AM HERE!!!!!      


Dear diary,

     Sometimes home is so far away from home that it feels strange how good it can be to finaly get home again…
            Some people say that you can have more houses but theres only one home…
But I don’t… I belive that you can have as many houses as u wish… but only as many homes as you make… It takes more than walls to build a house… and it takes more than yourself to feel like home… Well, except people who live alone…
            As for me… I have no houses of my own… but still I have more homes than most of the people… Sometimes it takes no effort and less than hours to make homes… and sometimes no matter what you do or how much time u spend in a place, you can only get a house…
            Beside that, there’s no place like home... At times, home can be a bench in the park or the porch of your house… the road that leads to nowhere, or nowhere itself. Some consider the whole earth their home, and some tend to be so insecure, that home is not even deep in themselves. In fact, usually, for most of the people, home is a room, not a house. We, humans, tend to invest so much in such a small space ( a house or something) that we forget what home is….
            A house is a place. But a home, home is much more than ( and not necessary ) that. Home is the waiting to get there, the feeling when u feel the sweet smell that you usually don’t feel, because of the saturation of youself. The joy when u don’t need to move your stuff around or to put the toothbrush on the shelf.
            Usually, it all comes down to comfort, to comforting, and to coming for it. To the cranks the waterpipes make or the silence that threatens in every second to blow your eardrums out. It comes down to the feeling of safety, protection, company ( still including the lonely hearts) acceptance and deviance… The joy of finding yourself in the miggest mess that u missed so much or the “Ill do the dishes tomorrow”.
            There’s no need for a “welcome” rug to feel welcomed , nor is there any meaning in the post-it notes on the frige, that are there for a year or so. I never noticed the cracks in the ceiling or the tiles that are missing from the roof, and because of which there’s a big pond in the living room. It’s not about the luxury or the space. Sometimes its about not being able to sleep because you feel so home that you don’t care for a second about the other homes and houses.
            Sometimes people that live in tents or iglus or trailers feel better about their homes than people that live in vilas or mansions feel about their houses…
 
Because in the end, home is where your heart is, and your heart can never leave your home.

Dragul meu '

             Astăzi am aflat că trăiesc. Când mi-ai spus asta, era să mor de emotie şi surprindere. Credeam că trăiesc atunci când mi-ai spus cât de mort eram. Puteam să jur că nu am să mai mor, dar azi am făcut-o. Am murit şi m-am născut. M-am născut viu, plin si cu privirea spre cer. Mi-am văzut reflexia în albastru şi pentru prima dată mi-am dat seama cât de mult îmi deformează cimentul chipul.
           
            M-ai împins de pe marginea prăpastiei, ca să mă faci să-mi deschid aripile. Apoi ai plonjat şi tu si ai zburat pe lângă mine, suficient de aproape încât să nu te văd, dar suficient de departe să nu ma scapi din ochi. M-ai făcut să imi dau seama că nu poţi ridica pe cineva de jos, ci de sus. Doar aplecându-ti braţele, de acolo de sus, mă poti ridica. Şi mă poţi ridica sus. Iar de sus de acolo, dacă nu-ti dau drumu’, te pot ridica la rândul meu. Trebuie doar să construim momentuum.

            Până astăzi, aproape că mă convinsesem că poţi zbura şi în jos. Am crezut că atunci când pici, zbori invers. Defapt e doar invers. Poţi zbura doar desupra pământului.



„ – Vreau să zbor lânga tine. Am încredere că oricât de stângaci voi fi, tu eşti acolo…
   – E bine că eşti stângaci…eu sunt dreptaci şi este nevoie de două aripi :p “

Dragul meu,


           Câteodată îţi ascult liniştea şi nu pot să cred că întelegi ceea ce tac. Tac tare şi tac pentru tine, iar tu şti asta. Simt că şti că tac uneori atunci când vorbeşti cu mine. Ştiu că auzi că te ascult şi taci şi tu. Câteodată se întâmplă să tăcem în acelaşi timp, iar atunci, atunci toţi ceilalţi vorbesc. Vorbesc toţi odata. Ascultă şi vorbesc toţi odată. Vorbesc despre tăcere… ca şi când le-ar păsa că tăcem. Uneori doar ascultă. Se ascultă unul pe altul. Se ascultă unul pe altul în acelaşi timp. Şi tac.
           
             La mine şi la tine e altfel. Eu ne ascult pe noi. La fel şi tu. Ne ascultăm pe noi şi ne tăcem unul pe celălalt. Mai ales când vorbim. Uneori e aşa linişte când vorbim încât îmi vine să tac şi mai tare. Atât de tare, incât să tac în linişte. Atât de linişte încât să poţi să taci atât de tare ca toată lumea să audă cât de frumoşi suntem.
           
            Atât de frumoşi suntem, că uneori îmi vine să tac.
           

            Dragul meu, dacă tu ai fi un ,,TAC” iar eu aş fi un ,,TAC” , am putea vorbi definitiv. Am putea asculta cât de frumoşi sunt ceilalţi atunci când tac.


            Dragul meu, te tac!
            Dragul meu, te tac!