Alertado por uma amiga igualmente homossexual que gentil e oportunamente escaneou e me enviou a reportagem de veja de 30.06.2010 da Sra Marina Silva, candidata à republica pelo partido verde no Brasil, me fez arrepiar em perceber como, ao contrário de todas as outras partes do mundo, em meu país de origem ' os verdes' estão sendo usados por gente que acredita que 'Papai do céu criou o homem e a mulher e todos os bichinhos' porque 'assim está na Biblia' e que acredita em retrocesso quanto à legalidade de nossos direitos e a legalização do aborto entre tantas outras coisas imporatentes que os verdes apoiam no mundo todo.
Então vejam o que encontrei na Folha de Sao Paulo online...
"O contraste entre as crenças de Marina Silva e as bandeiras libertárias que inspiraram a criação do PV provocou uma primeira dissidência no partido. Militantes rasgaram as carteiras de filiados e criticaram a senadora evangélica por sua posição contrária ao aborto e a união civil dos gays. Mentor político de Marina Silva, arcebispo de Porto Velho diz que falta nela um perfil presidencial.
Com palavras de ordem contra a pré-candidata ao Planalto, um grupo de militantes rasgou suas carteirinhas de filiação e articula o lançamento do Partido Livre, dedicado à defesa das minorias e de direitos individuais.
Eles afirmam que a entrada da senadora, evangélica, fez o PV abandonar causas históricas como a legalização do aborto e a união civil de homossexuais.
“Sofremos um estupro ideológico”, queixa-se a presidente do futuro partido, Rose Losacco. “Ajudei a fundar o PV e não posso admitir que joguem seu programa no lixo por causa das crenças de uma pessoa”, diz.
Para receber Marina, os verdes criaram uma cláusula de consciência que permite a filiados se opor a itens do estatuto do partido por convicções religiosas.
Avalista da ideia, o presidente do partido, José Luiz Penna, é o principal alvo dos rebeldes. “Ele parece o Fidel Castro, não sai nunca do poder. Está usando até aquele bonezinho verde”, ataca Rose. “Hoje o PV apoia todos os governos. Virou um partido de aluguel”.
No cargo desde 1999, Penna não quis comentar as críticas e a criação da nova legenda.
A dissidência promove hoje seu primeiro encontro nacional, em Belo Horizonte. Vai anunciar apoio a Dilma Rousseff, do PT. A justificativa é que ela apoiaria as causas renegadas por Marina.
Os dissidentes dizem ter “quase 100 mil” assinaturas, bem menos que as 468 mil exigidas para fundar um partido. Apesar disso, fazem planos ambiciosos. “Vamos mostrar que o Livre veio para mudar a história do Brasil”, promete o vice-presidente Carlos Taborda”.
O grupo ainda não atraiu políticos com mandato, mas sonha com o ministro Juca Ferreira (Cultura), que se licenciou do PV para apoiar Dilma. Ele já recusou o convite.
Por enquanto, o maior desafio é escapar da sigla PL, usada pelo antigo Partido Liberal (atual PR). “Queremos cair fora dessa coisa de rótulos. A gente se considera livre”, diz Rose.
Esta semana, o PV sofreu outra baixa em protesto contra Marina. O presidente do Grupo Gay da Bahia, Marcelo Cerqueira, decidiu trocar o partido pelo PT. Em abril, um vereador verde de Alfenas (MG) acusou a senadora de se recusar a receber uma bandeira arco-íris.
Fonte: Folha de São Paulo "
quarta-feira, 30 de junho de 2010
quarta-feira, 10 de março de 2010
Sobre a homofobia no Brasil: Alguns pensamentos.
Recentemente, mesmo morando no exterior, vim a saber de uma suposta 'polemica' gerada por um dos tipinhos tipicamente globais, que por estar enquadrado em uma telinha de televisao, achou por bem expor seus 'musculos'e e sua tatuagem absolutamente igual a infinitas outras que existem por ai, para adotar atitudes que demonstram intolerancia pelas diferencas, em geral.
Em especial, as concernentes a orientacao sexual.
Explico melhor, vim a saber da existencia desse sujeito patetico, por casualidade, pois uma vez que tenho que verificar o e-mail que usava e ainda uso, antes de sair do Brasil, deparei-me com um texto-reportagem relatando algo sobre 'um certo participante' de um determinado show televisivo muito popular em meu pais de origem, em que se centra fundalmente num possivel voyeurismo entre os participantes e os tele-expectadores.
(Ou seria tele-expectorantes? como diria Elis Regina...).
E claro que nao esperemos aqui dos referidos participantes nada mais que o carreirismo instanteneo, ante a perpectiva de fazer possivel fortuna pela exposicao de seus "belos" corpos e falar frases de efeito antes uma plateia que, provavelmente, le muito pouco.
E e claro, deve ter uma vida sexual muito pobre.
Alguns nem sabem o que isso.
Sim, apenas corpos, pois se os privassemos de seus corpos, muito pouco restaria, se e que restaria alguma coisa para se ouvir.
Explico melhor, como se trata de um 'reality show' que em sim ja perdeu a sua orioginalidade em todos os outros quadrantes do planeta, so resta aos tele-sexpectadores de tal rede 'viajarem' com a possibilidade de testemunharem alguma de suas fantasias sexuais acontecerem, proporcionada por aqueles corpos absolutamente vulgares, pois se pensarmos bem, perceberemos que os homens se parecem com canalhas e as meninas se parecem com secretarias que pela manha atendem o escritorio e a noite, ganham um dinherinho extra por ai, fazendo outro tipo de servico.
Mas tudo bem, falemos do certo tipo 'moreno', 'forte' 'tatuado' e 'sensual' por padroes brasileiros (como nao poderia deixar de ser) que resolveu se fazer notar por sua atitude de intolerancia.
Pronto: ganhou cinco minutos de fama.
E e claro, todos os heterossexuais nao tao heteros assim, todos aqueles e aquelas que sonham em deitarem-se com seus(uas) parceiros(as) de mesmo sexo mas nao tem coragem de se enxergarem, resolveram aproveitar a ocasiao para se manifestar e proclamar que do jeito que as coisa vao, 'isso vai virar uma ditadura gay'.
Isso sem falar nos heteros impotentes e donas de casa frigidase catolicas.
Olhem, eu nem vou discutir o futuro desses nazistas por aqui.
Esse tipo de gente sempre viveu bem e sobre o sol nesse pais 'lindo por natureza'.
O que me entristece (e me enraivesce) e que em qualquer outro lugar do mundo civilizado, esse individuo seria imediatemente removido do programa e pagaria uma multa de cerca de alguns milhares dolares, no ato.
E ponto final.
Mas na 'momolandia', enquanto as mulheres ficam de fio dental no Carnaval e se os gringos dizem que elas estao nuas, as pessoas se ofendem mas quanto a ter praia de nudismo, nao pode porque e imoral.
Imoral e esse pais ser inconsciente do jeito que e.
Imoral sao os meios de comunicacao de massa que, historicamente, nunca tomaram providencia alguma mesmo em tempo de ditadura.
Ih, a lista iria longe...
E negligente,sim, sao as organizacoes gays que deveriam vir a publico e fazer com que esse 'tipo vulgar e fascista', provavelmente gay enrustido (pois convenhamos o tipo e de garoto de programa) seja submetido aos rigores de uma lei que vale e e clara.
Sem adendos,
Sem erratas.
Sem alineas.
A lei do respeito por todos.
Mesmo.
Em especial, as concernentes a orientacao sexual.
Explico melhor, vim a saber da existencia desse sujeito patetico, por casualidade, pois uma vez que tenho que verificar o e-mail que usava e ainda uso, antes de sair do Brasil, deparei-me com um texto-reportagem relatando algo sobre 'um certo participante' de um determinado show televisivo muito popular em meu pais de origem, em que se centra fundalmente num possivel voyeurismo entre os participantes e os tele-expectadores.
(Ou seria tele-expectorantes? como diria Elis Regina...).
E claro que nao esperemos aqui dos referidos participantes nada mais que o carreirismo instanteneo, ante a perpectiva de fazer possivel fortuna pela exposicao de seus "belos" corpos e falar frases de efeito antes uma plateia que, provavelmente, le muito pouco.
E e claro, deve ter uma vida sexual muito pobre.
Alguns nem sabem o que isso.
Sim, apenas corpos, pois se os privassemos de seus corpos, muito pouco restaria, se e que restaria alguma coisa para se ouvir.
Explico melhor, como se trata de um 'reality show' que em sim ja perdeu a sua orioginalidade em todos os outros quadrantes do planeta, so resta aos tele-sexpectadores de tal rede 'viajarem' com a possibilidade de testemunharem alguma de suas fantasias sexuais acontecerem, proporcionada por aqueles corpos absolutamente vulgares, pois se pensarmos bem, perceberemos que os homens se parecem com canalhas e as meninas se parecem com secretarias que pela manha atendem o escritorio e a noite, ganham um dinherinho extra por ai, fazendo outro tipo de servico.
Mas tudo bem, falemos do certo tipo 'moreno', 'forte' 'tatuado' e 'sensual' por padroes brasileiros (como nao poderia deixar de ser) que resolveu se fazer notar por sua atitude de intolerancia.
Pronto: ganhou cinco minutos de fama.
E e claro, todos os heterossexuais nao tao heteros assim, todos aqueles e aquelas que sonham em deitarem-se com seus(uas) parceiros(as) de mesmo sexo mas nao tem coragem de se enxergarem, resolveram aproveitar a ocasiao para se manifestar e proclamar que do jeito que as coisa vao, 'isso vai virar uma ditadura gay'.
Isso sem falar nos heteros impotentes e donas de casa frigidase catolicas.
Olhem, eu nem vou discutir o futuro desses nazistas por aqui.
Esse tipo de gente sempre viveu bem e sobre o sol nesse pais 'lindo por natureza'.
O que me entristece (e me enraivesce) e que em qualquer outro lugar do mundo civilizado, esse individuo seria imediatemente removido do programa e pagaria uma multa de cerca de alguns milhares dolares, no ato.
E ponto final.
Mas na 'momolandia', enquanto as mulheres ficam de fio dental no Carnaval e se os gringos dizem que elas estao nuas, as pessoas se ofendem mas quanto a ter praia de nudismo, nao pode porque e imoral.
Imoral e esse pais ser inconsciente do jeito que e.
Imoral sao os meios de comunicacao de massa que, historicamente, nunca tomaram providencia alguma mesmo em tempo de ditadura.
Ih, a lista iria longe...
E negligente,sim, sao as organizacoes gays que deveriam vir a publico e fazer com que esse 'tipo vulgar e fascista', provavelmente gay enrustido (pois convenhamos o tipo e de garoto de programa) seja submetido aos rigores de uma lei que vale e e clara.
Sem adendos,
Sem erratas.
Sem alineas.
A lei do respeito por todos.
Mesmo.
terça-feira, 4 de agosto de 2009
segunda-feira, 20 de julho de 2009
Cats
These are William Burrough's writings. I thought of that as being very clever and interesting as well.
So, I took the initiative of including them in my blog.
Here it goes:
"I am not a dog hater.
I do hate what man has made of his best friend. ...
A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with a pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.
But a dog's snarl is ugly, a redneck lynch-mob Paki-basher snarl ...
snarl of someone (who's) got a "Kill a Queer for Christ" sticker on his heap,
a self-righteous occupied snarl.
When you see that snarl you are looking at something that has no face of its own.
A dog's rage is not his.
It is dictated by his trainer.
And lynch-mob rage is dictated by conditioning."
William Burroughs.
So, I took the initiative of including them in my blog.
Here it goes:
"I am not a dog hater.
I do hate what man has made of his best friend. ...
A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with a pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.
But a dog's snarl is ugly, a redneck lynch-mob Paki-basher snarl ...
snarl of someone (who's) got a "Kill a Queer for Christ" sticker on his heap,
a self-righteous occupied snarl.
When you see that snarl you are looking at something that has no face of its own.
A dog's rage is not his.
It is dictated by his trainer.
And lynch-mob rage is dictated by conditioning."
William Burroughs.
domingo, 19 de julho de 2009
Genjokoan
This was extracted from the Genjokoan:The Genjokoan was written in the autumn of 1233 by Eihei Dogen, founder of the Soto Zen tradition.
I thought of it as being interesting so I decided to copy and paste on my blog.
So, let us read and enjoy.
"Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water. The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken. Although its light is wide and great, the moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide. The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in dewdrops on the grass, or even in one drop of water.
Enlightenment does not divide you, just as the moon does not break the water. You cannot hinder enlightenment, just as a drop of water does not hinder the moon in the sky.
The depth of the drop is the height of the moon. Each reflection, however long or short its duration, manifests the vastness of the dewdrop, and realizes the limitlessness of the moonlight in the sky."
I thought of it as being interesting so I decided to copy and paste on my blog.
So, let us read and enjoy.
"Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water. The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken. Although its light is wide and great, the moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide. The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in dewdrops on the grass, or even in one drop of water.
Enlightenment does not divide you, just as the moon does not break the water. You cannot hinder enlightenment, just as a drop of water does not hinder the moon in the sky.
The depth of the drop is the height of the moon. Each reflection, however long or short its duration, manifests the vastness of the dewdrop, and realizes the limitlessness of the moonlight in the sky."
sábado, 18 de julho de 2009
Michael Jackson: A certain point of view;Errata
Sorry, an error occurred: When I said 'Mother Nature' I meant 'Human Nature'...
Michael Jackson: A certain point of view;
Much has been said in regards to Michael Jackson, his life and recent passing away. These latest days almost everyone was able to notice headlines on the newspapers and magazines, facts on his most recent life and latest eccentricities and, apparently, they sound to have eclipsed all the merits he might have achieved whilst alive either as an artist or as a musician. Or at least, this seems to be the commonest point of view of many music critics and some listeners as far as I have been noticing.
As I said, I think anyone of us can easily recall at least one of those main headlines written in almost every famous newspaper or gossips magazines these days, aiming all of them, only achieve better sales. The current mandatory subject appears to be only one: Michael Jackson’s life and services and how weird his lifestyle supposedly was.
A couple of weeks ago I read on a newspaper, a comment made by a relatively well known local musical critic arguing about everything Michael Jackson had ever done up until his passing away was rubbish. He did not see much interest in acknowledging or idolizing him either as a musician or entertainer. Moreover, he continued, to his point of view, there were numerous ‘Michael Jacksons’ and the only one he saw any merit of acknowledgement, it would have been the one related to the eighties. In other words, the best that we could ever do, would be forgetting all rest of his work. Fortunately, there was a column whereby the reader could express his point of view and this is where my blogger starts today.
Personally, I never was impressed by the sort of music Michael used to play or perform whilst he was still alive or, let me put it this way, I never saw myself as being a huge fan of his art, although it is undeniable that he was a very talented man and musician. Many well known and acknowledged musicians such as Miles Davis, Cassandra Wilson, Freddie Mercury, Paul McCartney or Caetano Veloso either did some records on his work or took advantage on Michael’s creativity and managed to rearrange some of Jackson’s pieces of music, adorning it with new arrangements or playing along with him, occasionally. Furthermore, who wouldn’t remember some early hits of his, back on the early 70’s whilst still in the Jackson 5 or even later, during the eighties with ‘Don’t stop till you get enough’ or innovating with his dance on ‘Thriller’? This not to mention ‘Beat it’, ‘Mother nature’ or ‘Black and white’. However, this does not hinder me from recognizing his art and I am not here to discuss his unquestionable talent or musical skills. This task goes beyond my grasp and fortunately either some critics want it or not, Michael got recognition for his musical talent whilst he was still alive, so talented he was.
Nevertheless, what caught my attention and has motivated me writing this blog was the fact that during these latest years Michael, the man underneath the persona, seemingly suffered from a visible degree of unhappiness. His worldwide famous eccentricities and several facial plastic surgeries constituted points of discussion and visibly surpassed the scale of good taste. Well, some people won’t agree with me but this is another subject.
Why would a famous and rich man like Michael do such a thing? Why was he constantly concerned about looking ‘whiter’? I mean, we don’t even know clearly whether he was or not concerned about looking whiter but that’s the way he seemed and, once again, according to the tabloids, that’s the way he sounded to be. Does anyone really believe that he suffered from Vitiligo? Well, I am a physician myself and as far as I can remember this would be rather unusual to say the least. This not to mention all the true or false charges pressed against him.
But back to the point, his visible unhappiness made me wonder about the real meaning of being wealthy and whether or not it brought him true happiness. I mean, could he truly enjoy it to an extent of getting a true love, a lover, a wife or a partner during his latest years? No, I guess not. And if he did, it did not reflect openly upon his face and manners. He definitely looked unhappy, unfortunately.
Of course, having money enough to live comfortably is good; no one doubts that. But having money is not all. Oh, ok, someone might argue, so what now? What I mean is having money is good but this does not mean that we are going to be happy necessarily, whatsoever. Moreover, what I am trying to say is that having a job is important; being rich and famous in Michael’s case probably was his target but this did not make him happy.
Personally I feel compassionate for his suffering and I am reflecting here that the world would be a much better place now if we could still have him; and feeling happy. He, feeling comfortable, with the colour of his skin and his sexuality. Just imagine how great it might have been!
On the other hand, I believe it is not for me or anyone to judge him or his actions. Who amongst us is entirely ‘normal’, anyway? Besides, an artist and his work are supposed to be remembered by his thorough trajectory. Either apparently erratic or straight, it is not up to us to judge it. Take away the suffering off the artist and perhaps, we, no longer, would have him and his art, altogether. He, the artist, is the reflection and result of his life: As marvelous and\or miserable as it might have been.
I feel sorry about his passing away. The world lost a great artist and we would be happier if he still could be here with us. Happy, preferentially.
As I said, I think anyone of us can easily recall at least one of those main headlines written in almost every famous newspaper or gossips magazines these days, aiming all of them, only achieve better sales. The current mandatory subject appears to be only one: Michael Jackson’s life and services and how weird his lifestyle supposedly was.
A couple of weeks ago I read on a newspaper, a comment made by a relatively well known local musical critic arguing about everything Michael Jackson had ever done up until his passing away was rubbish. He did not see much interest in acknowledging or idolizing him either as a musician or entertainer. Moreover, he continued, to his point of view, there were numerous ‘Michael Jacksons’ and the only one he saw any merit of acknowledgement, it would have been the one related to the eighties. In other words, the best that we could ever do, would be forgetting all rest of his work. Fortunately, there was a column whereby the reader could express his point of view and this is where my blogger starts today.
Personally, I never was impressed by the sort of music Michael used to play or perform whilst he was still alive or, let me put it this way, I never saw myself as being a huge fan of his art, although it is undeniable that he was a very talented man and musician. Many well known and acknowledged musicians such as Miles Davis, Cassandra Wilson, Freddie Mercury, Paul McCartney or Caetano Veloso either did some records on his work or took advantage on Michael’s creativity and managed to rearrange some of Jackson’s pieces of music, adorning it with new arrangements or playing along with him, occasionally. Furthermore, who wouldn’t remember some early hits of his, back on the early 70’s whilst still in the Jackson 5 or even later, during the eighties with ‘Don’t stop till you get enough’ or innovating with his dance on ‘Thriller’? This not to mention ‘Beat it’, ‘Mother nature’ or ‘Black and white’. However, this does not hinder me from recognizing his art and I am not here to discuss his unquestionable talent or musical skills. This task goes beyond my grasp and fortunately either some critics want it or not, Michael got recognition for his musical talent whilst he was still alive, so talented he was.
Nevertheless, what caught my attention and has motivated me writing this blog was the fact that during these latest years Michael, the man underneath the persona, seemingly suffered from a visible degree of unhappiness. His worldwide famous eccentricities and several facial plastic surgeries constituted points of discussion and visibly surpassed the scale of good taste. Well, some people won’t agree with me but this is another subject.
Why would a famous and rich man like Michael do such a thing? Why was he constantly concerned about looking ‘whiter’? I mean, we don’t even know clearly whether he was or not concerned about looking whiter but that’s the way he seemed and, once again, according to the tabloids, that’s the way he sounded to be. Does anyone really believe that he suffered from Vitiligo? Well, I am a physician myself and as far as I can remember this would be rather unusual to say the least. This not to mention all the true or false charges pressed against him.
But back to the point, his visible unhappiness made me wonder about the real meaning of being wealthy and whether or not it brought him true happiness. I mean, could he truly enjoy it to an extent of getting a true love, a lover, a wife or a partner during his latest years? No, I guess not. And if he did, it did not reflect openly upon his face and manners. He definitely looked unhappy, unfortunately.
Of course, having money enough to live comfortably is good; no one doubts that. But having money is not all. Oh, ok, someone might argue, so what now? What I mean is having money is good but this does not mean that we are going to be happy necessarily, whatsoever. Moreover, what I am trying to say is that having a job is important; being rich and famous in Michael’s case probably was his target but this did not make him happy.
Personally I feel compassionate for his suffering and I am reflecting here that the world would be a much better place now if we could still have him; and feeling happy. He, feeling comfortable, with the colour of his skin and his sexuality. Just imagine how great it might have been!
On the other hand, I believe it is not for me or anyone to judge him or his actions. Who amongst us is entirely ‘normal’, anyway? Besides, an artist and his work are supposed to be remembered by his thorough trajectory. Either apparently erratic or straight, it is not up to us to judge it. Take away the suffering off the artist and perhaps, we, no longer, would have him and his art, altogether. He, the artist, is the reflection and result of his life: As marvelous and\or miserable as it might have been.
I feel sorry about his passing away. The world lost a great artist and we would be happier if he still could be here with us. Happy, preferentially.
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