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"The revolution will not go up your ass" by Fidel Castro .

Speaking of revolutions, sexual diversity and socio-political and socio-cultural paradoxes of minorities.

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Manifesto (I speak from my difference)
by Pedro Lemebel

Pasolini I'm not I'm not asking for explanations
Ginsberg
expelled from Cuba I'm not a queer poet disguised
need not disguise

Here is my face I speak for my difference

defend what I am And I'm not so rare

injustice stinks me and I suspect de esta cueca democrática
Pero no me hable del proletariado
Porque ser pobre y maricón es peor
Hay que ser ácido para soportarlo
Es darle un rodeo a los machitos de la esquina
Es un padre que te odia
Porque al hijo se le dobla la patita
Es tener una madre de manos tajeadas por el cloro
Envejecidas de limpieza
Acunándote de enfermo
Por malas costumbres
Por mala suerte
Como la dictadura
Peor que la dictadura
Porque la dictadura pasa
Y viene la democracia
Y detrasito el socialismo
¿Y entonces?
¿Qué harán con nosotros compañero?
¿Nos amarrarán de las trenzas en fardos
con destino a Cuban Sidari?
bring us into a train from anywhere on the boat
As General Ibáñez
learned to swim Where
But none came ashore Valparaiso
So
shut down their red lights So damn houses
gave him a black tear
At colizas eaten by crabs
This year the Human Rights Commission

not remember why I ask fellow
Is there still a Siberian train
reactionary propaganda? That
train through the pupils
When my voice gets too sweet
And you?
What will the memory of children with Pajeándonos
and other things
vacations in Cartagena?
Will the future be in black and white?
Is the day and night time work
unambiguous?
Do not be a fag in one corner
unbalancing the future of your new man? Will you let us
embroidery flags
birds in a free country?
The rifle will leave you
That is cold blooded

is not fear Fear I was going to tackle knives

sex in the basement where I walked
And do not feel attacked
If I speak of these things
And I look at the package I am not hypocritical

Does a woman's breasts do not
look down?
Do not you think that alone

saw something was going to happen?
Even then I hate to corrupt their morals
revolutionary
Are you afraid that homosexualice life?
I do not speak out and putting it out and put
And I speak of tenderness
only companion

You do not know how hard to find love in these conditions


You do not know what is carrying this leprosy
aloof People
People understand and says
is well written but
fag fag but it is a good friend
good Super-wave
I'm not cool I accept the world

Without asking the good vibes
But just laugh laughs
I have scars on the back
you think I think with the poto
And at first the CNI parrillazo
I was going to drop everything
not know what manhood
never learned in the barracks
My manhood taught me the night behind a pole

That honesty which boasts
you put in is the regiment
A murderer milico
Of those who are still in power
My manhood did not receive the party
Because I refused to giggle often

My manhood was learned the hard participate
In those years
And laughed at my voice amariconada
Shouting And it will fall, and will fall
And while you scream like a man
has not managed to go
My manhood was
jaw was not going to the stadium and grab combos
the
Colo Colo Soccer is another homosexuality As the box covered
, politics and wine
My manhood was biting taunts anger
Eat not to kill everyone
My manhood is different
accept being a coward is much harder
I do not put the other cheek
Pongo
partner's ass And that's my revenge
My manhood patient waiting
that males get older
Because this stage of the game
Left his ass straight tranza
In parliament My manhood was hard

why this train did not I get nowhere else will

I'm not going to change by Marxism
That
rejected me so many times I do not need to change

more subversive than you'll not only change
Because the poor and the rich
To another dog with that bone
not because capitalism is unjust
In New York fags kissing in the street
But that part I leave it to you so interested
That
That revolution not rot at all
to give you this message
And it's not for me I'm old

And his utopia is for future generations
There are many children who are born
With a Brownie
broken And I want to fly their revolution partner

Give them a piece of red sky
So they can fly.

NOTE:

This text was read as an intervention in a political act left in September 1986 in Santiago, Chile.

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Passage Passage Passage

Among the closet and the corset

The very central point and intestinal neuronal society, we could split into two beings in the closet and I loved the corset, and a few there, and others and other there. No posts to a fight, not put in struggle, not put on consensus, not merely placed on the dynamics, only put there, such as bus stations.

Unxs in the process of the closet: The closet of goodies, the closet envy, erotic closet, the closet business, the sexual closet, the closet playful enviciadx the closet of the vegan closet radical, the conservadorxs vegan closet. Otrxs in the process of the corset, the corset of leanness, the fat corset, the corset of free thought, the thought closed corset, the corset wishes, free sex corset, the corset of debauchery. A couple of blocks adjetivizantes, castrating, and strangely liberating and categorizing, yes, it is controversial that a category adjetiviza and at a time, castrated and released. Frees Castro y Castro to release.

society dances between the closet and the corset, and go when they dare certain sectors to be versatile, ie a closet the corset (and vice versa) running cost of complexity (of being). The issue is the fast synaptic time when a closet and a corset is identified and stigmatized sintomatiza with some feeling and / or sensation. When the closet is savoring of loneliness, when the bracing taste of beauty imposed, faked orgasm, forced to love. When the closet is a mango taste rotten, dried peach, with artificial flowers. When the corset is a fake smile and a pat on the buttock. Be between these closets and this brace is not easy, is a versatile complex autohipócrita cynical.

The company is obligated to improve their stay somewhere more than a closet and his body, which understands society through his body, beyond a corset. I do not know why I say, one that still finds it beyond tiny death.

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Mireia Sallarés

Thanks for that conversation.

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Threatened by the longing

Today I received the visit of melancholy, honey from my childhood, a sweet called Sonero Caribbean Classic. That is and the dance rocked my cradle, the arms of my mother and my favorite tree icaco, making me a tiny smile, daring and cheap existentialism. The Sonero taught me to dance, to listen, to love, breathe, and above all, to say look at the sky as a field of desire and battles, as the infinite space that would guide me always I'll never understand: love, death and my rattle when the full moon streamed in the starry night. My mother gave me drink to Sonero and today, many of my doubts clarified is the Sonero owe to my mother. Infinite afraid to see a soul, infinite panic when I visited his bed, endless rattle when I bathed in the light of the moon, infinity whisper my mother to sing the Sonero to help my eyes to my fellow tender full moon.

learned to kiss, I learned to guava with Sonero to bailarte on the street, in the room and into bed, kiss Sonero taught me falsely, as a child to kiss, to kiss with fondness. Supe mourn, bury the love I knew, I learned to hate, I heard whistling at night, I knew, I knew, to be today with the uncertainty and the rattle of a child. Today in mom's arms, once again, to my ears comes the murmur beautiful lyrics soneras Caribbean to help my eyes, my desires, relieve rattle of love. Ghosts come today, I visited a coffee goes well, they way they like that shit, better than me smile, is that life and death are by far better living dead. However, bailarte Sonero invited me to bailarte life, dance of life. Mom, I can grab a icaco more? Mom, why no bed is sinking? Mom, why sometimes I forget to love? Mom, I'm dead still alive?