I decided to go to gay pride, never having had the first special feelings and claims of levied on gay rights, being content to feed in my heart a sufficient sense of tolerance, that is, with reservations on certain issues, like education of children. I decided to participate as a spectator, not quite disguise, but a little 'let themselves be infected by the idea of \u200b\u200bfreedom I felt body adopt the idea of \u200b\u200bthe parade. So I got dressed, semivestita, armed with cameras and there I was. A peaceful parade, a walk made by 250,000 people (and characters!), But not too disturbing transgressions, with lots of old ladies omaggianti of smiles in the windows.
Then the arrival to the streets on August 8, the action of touching V. Luxuria, the chairperson of the bridge (the widely circulating Arcigay Bologna), that of president of the Association of dell'Arcilesbica and transgenders.
I said "touching" the Luxuria's speech because, in spite of my initial quasi-indifference, I found myself appreciating a large goose bumps on his arms despite the oppressive heat. He expressed a fundamental concept: that of a democracy is not hypocritical, really tolerant, very open to the diversity of its participants. Since it is not possible at the same time allow some freedom and deny others, and call this democracy.
A true democracy must be open to the diversity statute, "because if they call this a masquerade, I say to them who first wore a mask, that of hypocrisy." A society that does not recognize the rights of homosexuals is not credible as a democracy, means that while granting certain rights not fundamentally and viscerally is free, but rather adopt measures typical of a democracy. The rights of homosexuals become so in a sense, the indicator of the level of depth of a democratic society.
Another subject related to my discomfort I felt against the current style of communication in the gay community. A way of taking this to the IMO-male femininity terribly exaggerated, improbable, with certain inflections of the voice that even the most straight girls pussy you would, something that is usually used to mock gay men and then found really surprising. After 40 minutes of all parade and spoke with all quell'inflessione (six pazzzaa !!"). But then I found it natural and I have explained it: We use different registers, different vocabularies, different voices and different tones for different people to talk to. With the group of friends use a slang, a particular language, which is justified by its being in a group. Sometimes a joke funny is invoked so often that it becomes a leap, and so a tone of voice, a mangled pronunciation, which started as a joke but then become covered in the talk with those individuals. And the more the identity a group is stronger, more powerful styles that will be promoted. At this point it's no wonder that in a community such as gay, in which the sense of identity is so strong, the cliché is true, because it spreads, distinguishes, identifies.
So, I went home satisfied with my T-shirt that left little to the imagination. I came across people who had not been to gay pride or not we have dug a minimum of instruction. I felt no direct words, but whistles, licks from traditional Italian peasant, calls those who are to cats and dogs, all within 50 meters. And all this in an alternative road to Bologna. I jumped in the home really angry and frustrated, screaming with my boyfriend that men are assholes who are so arrogant as to afford to run bare-chested and I shamelessly I would not dream of treating them as simple breasts, while I am in I was not five minutes earlier for others nothing more than an attractive piece of meat, etc., and I was so angry ..
Then I thought to myself that if I was a bit 'more sure of my sexuality, my femininity, my body be namely person, maybe to those who had called me "hey nice tits" I could have, instead of frown and pull straight ahead, looking back with pride, raise disdainful my chest and sympathize with those who could not look beyond that, who moved in quest'antro little meaning.
I wanted to conclude this because it seemed relevant because, as Vladimir Luxuria said "There is also talk of sexuality, and any celebration of sexuality is always appreciated."
(photo: a Muslim woman observes a group of trans-that do not appear in photos!)
Then the arrival to the streets on August 8, the action of touching V. Luxuria, the chairperson of the bridge (the widely circulating Arcigay Bologna), that of president of the Association of dell'Arcilesbica and transgenders.
I said "touching" the Luxuria's speech because, in spite of my initial quasi-indifference, I found myself appreciating a large goose bumps on his arms despite the oppressive heat. He expressed a fundamental concept: that of a democracy is not hypocritical, really tolerant, very open to the diversity of its participants. Since it is not possible at the same time allow some freedom and deny others, and call this democracy.
A true democracy must be open to the diversity statute, "because if they call this a masquerade, I say to them who first wore a mask, that of hypocrisy." A society that does not recognize the rights of homosexuals is not credible as a democracy, means that while granting certain rights not fundamentally and viscerally is free, but rather adopt measures typical of a democracy. The rights of homosexuals become so in a sense, the indicator of the level of depth of a democratic society.
Another subject related to my discomfort I felt against the current style of communication in the gay community. A way of taking this to the IMO-male femininity terribly exaggerated, improbable, with certain inflections of the voice that even the most straight girls pussy you would, something that is usually used to mock gay men and then found really surprising. After 40 minutes of all parade and spoke with all quell'inflessione (six pazzzaa !!"). But then I found it natural and I have explained it: We use different registers, different vocabularies, different voices and different tones for different people to talk to. With the group of friends use a slang, a particular language, which is justified by its being in a group. Sometimes a joke funny is invoked so often that it becomes a leap, and so a tone of voice, a mangled pronunciation, which started as a joke but then become covered in the talk with those individuals. And the more the identity a group is stronger, more powerful styles that will be promoted. At this point it's no wonder that in a community such as gay, in which the sense of identity is so strong, the cliché is true, because it spreads, distinguishes, identifies.
So, I went home satisfied with my T-shirt that left little to the imagination. I came across people who had not been to gay pride or not we have dug a minimum of instruction. I felt no direct words, but whistles, licks from traditional Italian peasant, calls those who are to cats and dogs, all within 50 meters. And all this in an alternative road to Bologna. I jumped in the home really angry and frustrated, screaming with my boyfriend that men are assholes who are so arrogant as to afford to run bare-chested and I shamelessly I would not dream of treating them as simple breasts, while I am in I was not five minutes earlier for others nothing more than an attractive piece of meat, etc., and I was so angry ..
Then I thought to myself that if I was a bit 'more sure of my sexuality, my femininity, my body be namely person, maybe to those who had called me "hey nice tits" I could have, instead of frown and pull straight ahead, looking back with pride, raise disdainful my chest and sympathize with those who could not look beyond that, who moved in quest'antro little meaning.
I wanted to conclude this because it seemed relevant because, as Vladimir Luxuria said "There is also talk of sexuality, and any celebration of sexuality is always appreciated."
(photo: a Muslim woman observes a group of trans-that do not appear in photos!)
