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quarta-feira, 4 de outubro de 2017

My sexual orientation.

People often have difficulty understanding the other's sexuality. As much as we explain our positioning, for some people there are no other possibilities than their own. My sexual orientation is assexual normal 30 years old guy. I get involved emotionally bisexually and have heterosexual and homosexual customs. The very idea of ​​''orientation'' is interesting. Oriented to do something. Disoriented too. Which reminds me of the notion of ''homosexual practice''. Or choice. There are groups who consider homosexuality a practice. I like the term, because in this category I would be considered a practitioner. It's like I'm a Catholic, non-practitioner. In Brazil exist a category of religious catholic people who are not involved with their own religion, they are called non-practitioners. I will be condemned by my perverse practices. Yeah. I consider myself something else, I consider myself a sexual pervert, a deviant. But these are strong words and to say it in this way touches the fragile imginario of the average citizen. It will be true? In practice, the average citizen usually has much more perverted and delirious behavior. Why am I then the madman? Why then is my sexuality a joke? Mine and the sexuality of my peers and comrades? Why our role in society needs to be always linked with doom or comedy, or become a life of trying acceptance and embarassing mirroring? And isn't honesty necessarily rewarded? Why do I need to suffer so much, could not they have left me alone without so many classifications and behavioral questions? Why they force us so much to ''assume'' something, to keep ''secrets'' from them because them will punish us by our crimes, to avoid ''obscene verbiage''? Why do not they assume what they are? It is their uncertainties that they project on us, and it is up to us to decide whether these are valid uncertainties or not, and worse, is up to us to decide whether it is our responsibility to serve as a therapy and scapegoat for all those frustrated average people. Frustrated with our taste, talent, beauty and above all frustrated with our certainty of what is right and fair. Because we all know how much they are unfair. It's like being a marijuana user. Another beautiful word, "user". They oblige me to define myself as a user. I am terrified of this kind of technical language that aims only to give some attribution or significant value over my reality. Words are power. What right do they have to classify us as users or traffickers? Are not they responsible for the traffic itself? And trafficking is only called trafficking because of prohibition. Traffic is just a name. The trafficking of blacks from one continent to another was legal. How could something trafficking be legal? Merchandise traffic is legal. Because trafficking itself is a word linked to transit, it has no negative connotation, but the media has implanted the ideology of fear and the drug war, where trafficking is synonymous with parallel power and death or crime. It's all false. False. The categories are dead.

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go for a beer young boy, you deserve it.

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Mes motivations, vive la liberté!

sábado, 6 de maio de 2017

Perspectives on abuse


Throughout my formation I have often been a victim of social and sexual abuse. At many moments I may not had the maturity to realize what happened, just as no child understands the idea of ​​racism or the ban on certain toys or behaviors. Anyway, when much older, I realized that I attract, at some moments, some kind of sexual attention. In two moments they tried to assault me ​​sexually along the street. One was an almost kidnapping and the other an attempted theft. Other than those situations involving strangers with direct contact, there are always those times when someone observes you or follows you down the street. It's all about bedtime stories and waking up to someone rubbing something over you or something along those lines. At a party, I slept with my best friend (buddy of mine) in my ex-girlfriend's bed to wake up with a totally unknown guy sucking my friend and picking up my dick. My ex-girlfriend promptly expelled the abuser, but the feeling is a bit of having been turned into some toy or vibrator. Finally, I recently went out with Luiz, who lives here in the house that I live too, to a well know bar in the region. There, I found a girl friend that he always tried to meet. We talked and in the end we went for a party at the house of a friend of hers. Such a joke. Her friend is a jealous lesbian. For some reason she performed a series of behaviors that could be framed as the idea of ​​a male bastard. She would even touch my friend. She called her love. She called my friend to go to the room. She kept coming closer and closer. At first, Luiz and I did not fully understand the situation, because we did not know what kind of friendship existed between my friend and her friend. Throughout the night it became clear that my friend was in an abusive relationship with her friend, who, in addition to buying booze and marijuana, was insistently trying some sexual advances. Maybe that's why my friend made a point of sitting with us at the bar, being picked up at some point in the evening for a separate table, and that's why she made a point of going to the house of the other woman, her friend, too, as a way of exposing all the situation. To see, as voyeur, an abuse relationship, involving an idea of ​​economic power, availability of drink and other amusements, made me rethink some situations that I still live in today. At the time that I lived with my ex-girlfriend and themale friend that I mentioned at the beginning, in some ways I felt rather a victim of some abuse, because from the beginning I did not want anything sexual and in many moments and I was brought into bodily contact, with both. On the other hand often the older person who has the most conditions usually feels used by the younger people in general. In my opinion the abuser is always the oldest and most experienced person. With my ale friend, I never tried anything with him sleeping, at most I tried to wake him up. The times we fucked the action always started from him. Anyway he feels abused by the relationship he had with my ex-girlfriend, who guaranteed fun, but asked for the sexual side in return. Over time, she wanted the socially recognized, wanted to impose herself socially and any serious relationship involves bigger issues and needs to be a consensus. I remember him thanking me for dating her and taking that burden off him. So I never wanted to date. In these senses I also think about my relationship with him. I've always tried a peer-to-peer relationship, something I could not do with my ex-girlfriend, and even when we moved in together, I never thought I could be in an abusive relationship. In the end he want to have some time for himself and I did not want to allow his detachment. It was a psychological abuse. I was so annoyed that I told other people things he did or said, another mistake of mine. I was so wrong. What consoles me is that I did not behave as the lesbian behaved, which gave me new signs of my identity, condition and civility. I wonder if I maintain healthy relationships with my relationships, and therefore the questioning of abuse. Was my relationship one-on-one, or was a relationship of power established? Power must be abolished. Today my friend came back to talk to me, we even slept together one day, never again, because I'm afraid of getting more involved and the distance of friendship is a very safe distance and involves the enough love that I need. With my ex-girlfriend is the same, we sleep together at some point and now we are just friends (now she hates because I live with him). With him several times I asked myself if I was imagining things, thinking if we had anything, and in reality I think we had nothing, even after we lived together or had sex, I would never classify as a love relationship, much less as a bromance, as they accuse me. With my ex-girlfriend, it was a more loving but less sexual relationship. And she accuses me of so many bad things. The important thing is that both are my friends now (she isn't anymore), although I do not consider I have the same friendship with my friend, because I consider him a traitor and I do not know him so well after all, I can not trust. About Luiz and the party we went to, at the time of leaving my friend asked to go away with us, because of the abuse situation, and in the end we stayed in the neibourhood square, just talking, until I needed to go to sleep. The next day I met her and Luiz still talking, which I found interesting, since it was something he wanted and only dreamed, until that cosmic intervention had happened, in other words, myself.

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Ao longo da minha formação fui em muitos momentos vítima de abusos sociais e sexuais. Em muitos momentos talvez não tive a maturidade para perceber o que acontecia, assim como nenhuma criança entende a ideia do racismo ou a proibição a certos brinquedos ou comportamentos. De qualquer forma, muito mais velho, percebi que atraia em alguns momentos algum tipo de atenção sexual. Em dois momentos tentaram me assaltar sexualmente ao longo da rua. Um foi um quase sequestro e o outro uma tentativa de furto. Fora essas situações envolvendo desconhecidos de contato direto, há sempre aqueles momentos em que alguém te observa ou te segue pela rua. De resto é aquela história de dormir e acordar com alguém se esfregando ou algo nesse sentido. Em uma festa, dormi eu e meu amigo na cama de minha ex-namorada, para acordar com um rapaz totalmente desconhecido chupando meu amigo e pegando no meu pau. Minha ex-namorada prontamente expulsou o abusador, mas a sensação é um pouco de ter sido transformado em algum brinquedo ou vibrador. Enfim, recentemente sai com o Luiz, que mora aqui na república também, para um barzinho conhecido da região. Lá encontrei uma amiga que ele sempre tentou conhecer. Conversamos e no fim fomos para um rolê na casa de uma amiga dela. Uma fancha. Lésbica. Por alguma razão ela performou uma série de comportamentos que poderiam ser enquadrados na ideia de cafajeste. Passava a mão na minha amiga. Chamava ela de amor. Chamava para ir no quarto. Ficava se aproximando várias vezes seguidas. No começo eu e o Luiz não entendemos completamente a situação, porque não sabiamos qual tipo de amizade existia entre a minha amiga e a amiga dela. Ao longo da noite foi ficando claro que minha amiga estava em uma relação de abuso com a amiga dela, que além de comprar bebida e maconha tentava insistentemente alguns avanços sexuais. Talvez por isso minha amiga fez questão de sentar conosco no bar, sendo retirada em algum ponto da noite para uma mesa separada, e é por isso também que ela fez questão de irmos para a casa da fancha também, como forma de expor a situação. Ver, enquanto voyeur, uma relação de abuso, envolvendo uma ideia de poder econômico, disponibilidade de bebida e outras diversões, me fez repensar alguma situações que ainda vivo atualmente. No tempo em que vivi com a minha ex-namorada e o meu amigo que citei no começo, em alguns sentidos me sentia sim vítima de certo abuso, porque desde o começo não queria nada sexual e em muitos momentos fui levado ao contato corporal, com ambos. Por outro lado muitas vezes a pessoa mais velha que tem mais condições geralmente se sente usada pelas pessoas mais novas. Na minha opinião o abuso é sempre da pessoa mais velha e mais experiente. Com o meu amigo, jamais tentei nada com ele dormindo, no máximo tentei acorda-lo. Das vezes que transamos a ação sempre partiu dele. De qualquer forma ele se sente abusado pela relação que ele teve com minha ex-namorada, que garantia diversão, mas pedia o lado sexual em troca. Com o tempo queria até o lado social, queria se impor socialmente e qualquer relacionamento mais sério envolve questões maiores e precisa ser um consenso. Lembro dele me agradecendo por namorar com ela e tirar esse peso dele. Logo eu que jamais quis namorar. Nesses sentidos também penso em minha relação com ele. Sempre tentei uma relação de igual para igual, coisa que não conseguia com minha ex-namorada, e mesmo quando passamos a morar juntos, nunca pensei que poderia estar em uma relação de abuso. No fim ele precisou de um tempo e eu não queria permitir esse distanciamento. Foi um abuso psicológico. Fiquei tão irritado que contei para outras pessoas coisas que ele fez ou disse, outro erro meu. O que em consola é que não me comportei como a fancha se comportou, o que me deu novos sinais de minha identidade, condição e civilidade. Me pergunto se mantenho relações saudáveis com meus relacionamentos, e por isso o questionamento do abuso. Minha relação era de igual para igual, ou foi estabelecida uma relação de poder? O poder precisa ser abolido. Hoje meu amigo voltou a falar comigo, até dormimos juntos um dia qualquer, para nunca mais, porque tenho medo de me envolver mais e a distância da amizade é uma distância muito segura e envolve o amor suficiente de que preciso. Com a minha ex-namorada o mesmo, dormirmos juntos em algum momento e agora somos também só amigos. Com ele diversas vezes me perguntei se estava viajando, se tinhamos mesmo alguma coisa, e na real acho que não tinhamos nada, mesmo depois de termos morado juntos ou transado, não classificaria nunca e jamais como uma relação amorosa e muito menos enquanto bromance, como me acusam. Com a minha ex-namorada foi sim uma relação mais amorosa, porém menos sexual. E ela me acusa de tantas coisas. O importante é que ambos são meus amigos agora, apesar de não considerar que tenho a mesma amizade com o meu amigo, porque o considero um traidor e não sei, não posso confiar. Sobre o luiz, na hora de ir embora a minha amiga pediu para ir embora conosco, em razão da situação de abuso, e no fim ficamos na praça conversando, até que precisei ir dormir. No dia seguinte encontro ela e o luiz ainda conversando, o que achei interessante, uma vez que era algo que ele queria e apenas sonhava, até que aconteceu essa intervenção cósmica.

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sexta-feira, 26 de abril de 2013

Nicolas, my condolences. Nicolas, mes condoléances. Nicolas, minhas condolencias.


I have a recurring dream where the situation is totally paranoid and the goal is to escape some control or persecution. It's terrible because all the places are guarded and full of walls and the way is always to hide in some empty street. This situation usually happens at night. Today I had a variation on that dream that was much more cruel. My name was Nicolas and I was being sexually abused. I wanted to get away. I was a child. All the frustration, anger and fear can still be felt and must be even stronger in the unconscious. I do not know why I had this nightmare, but sometimes I'm afraid of things I may not remember. As a child I changed so much from school to school, I fought so much and I do not even know my reasons and conjunctural motives of those moments. In the end, how many things did happen to you and you do not remember consciously? It is these things that have directed your being and yet you have no idea. Who did you become? Would you be any different?

J'ai un rêve récurrent où la situation est totalement paranoïaque et le but est d'échapper à un certain contrôle ou à la persécution. C'est terrible car tous les endroits sont gardés et pleins de murs et le chemin est toujours de se cacher dans une rue vide. Cette situation se produit généralement dans la nuit. Aujourd'hui, j'ai une variation sur ce rêve qui était beaucoup plus cruel. Je m'appelais Nicolas et j'ai été abusé sexuellement. Je voulais partir. J'étais un enfant. Toute la frustration, la colère et la peur peuvent encore être ressenties et doivent être encore plus fortes dans l'inconscient. Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'ai fait ce cauchemar, mais parfois j'ai peur de choses dont je ne me souviens pas. Enfant, j'ai tellement changé d'école en école, j'ai tellement combattu et je ne connais même pas les raisons et les motifs conjoncturels de ces moments. En fin de compte, combien de choses sont arrivées et vous ne vous souvenez pas consciemment? Ce sont ces choses qui ont dirigé votre être et pourtant vous n'avez aucune idée. Qui êtes-vous devenu? Seriez-vous différent?

 Eu tenho um sonho recorrente onde a situaçao é totalmente paranóica e o objetivo é fugir de algum controle/perseguição. É terrivel porque todos os lugares são vigiados e cheios de muros e o jeito é sempre se esconder em alguma rua vazia. Essa situação acontece, em geral, a noite. Hoje eu tive uma variação desse sonho que foi muito mais cruel. Meu nome era Nicolas e estava sendo vítima de abuso sexual. Queria fugir. Eu era uma criança. Toda a frustração, raiva e medo ainda podem ser sentidas e devem estar ainda mais fortes no inconsciente. Não sei porque tive esse pesadelo, mas as vezes eu tenho medo de coisas que eu posso não me lembrar. Quando criança eu troquei tanto de escola, eu briguei tanto e nem sei os meus motivos e motivos conjunturais daqueles momentos. No fim das contas, quantas coisas não te aconteceram e você não se lembra conscientemente? São essas coisas que direcionaram o seu ser e mesmo assim você não faz idéia. Quem você se tornou? Você seria diferente?