Salté del Closet!Wuau! Carajo Mierda, Tenía que encontrar un titulo, y así fue. Me lo Propuse con principios básicos, Que identifique y por supuesto que te Distinga.
Y el día que salís sos VOS, en realidad siempre fuiste VOS, pero salir es salir. Es sentir que pisas firme en todo momento. Mas alla de los comentarios de la abuela pacata, los padres conservadores, el tío retrógrado y demás, vos sabes ya quien sos.
Pero como nadie sabe que sos gay, vas por la vida diciendo "SOY BISEXUAL" (entiendase me la como un poquito), solo porque pensas que queda más correcto o aceptable que decir "me la COMO ENTERAAAAA”.
En fin, cuando aparece esa persona que casualmente sentía o vivía algo similar a vos, y ahí Comienza “el carnaval”. Reunión de taper si es posible todos los días, Obviamente ya no salís mas con los chicos del barrio, ahora salimos juntos a boliches que tengan nuestra onda. Si! pegamos buen onda, a escondidas yo a vos te digo Chongo y vos a mi me decís nena. Día a día empezas a sentir que sos más vos, porque tu amiga “la chongo” te habla de nenas, de cosas que vos pensabas prohibidas. Como la sociedad te mira raro o al menos eso sentís, estas en el bondi y hablas con señas, te callas si pasa algún conocido, todos creen que sos el macho argentino, y vos por dentro sabes que desde que conociste a tu amiga la chongo, cada día estas siendo más vos.
Charlando con la chongo, sale el tema sobre “quien sabe de tu familia?” Y vos respondes,-con tu mejor cara de poker-, NADIE. Ella te empieza a contar que en su familia saben todos, que ella está tranquila porque se animo y que es FELIZ. Vos solo decís por dentro “que huevos”. Desde esa charla algo en tu cabeza y en tu corazón quedo rodando, porque la chongo pasó de ser tu amiga de aventuras a convertirse en el EJEMPLO, esa SUPERHEROINA TORTITA QUEER.
Un día vos te planteas “yo también quiero ser feliz”, se que lo seria si mi familia me aceptara como lo hicieron con la chongo. entonces empiezan a correr solo en tu cabeza estrategias, hipotesis, queres decirlo pero sentís miedo. Meditas y sentís paz cuando crees que tus viejos te van a entender y te da panico pensar lo contrario. entonces llega el dia.
"Papa , mama, tengo que hablar con ustedes" Papa con cara de Incertidumbre , Mama con los Ojos abiertos como si estuviese viendo el fantasma de Michael Jackson, y vos con el culo fruncido contas 1…2…3 SOY GAY! Por dentro tocaste el cielo, eran esas las palabras que con solo decirlas Ganabas el imbatible de Susana. Mama con los Ojos llenos de lagrimas te dice YA LO SABIA, (sentís alivio) y Papa Solo te observa y respirando hondo te dice “Te amo y te respeto”, y ese día decís “CHONGO entiendo lo que vos me decías” asi como te admiraba y te admiro a VOS, hoy tambien me admiro a mi, simplemente porque tuve los huevos de decirle al mundo quien soy yo. Y asi fue, me la Jugue.
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I jumped out of the Closet!
Whoa! Fuck Shit, I had to find a title, and it was. I suggested it to me with basic principles, which identifies and of course makes you unique.And the day is you go out, YOU were always really, but out is out.You feel that you stand firm at all times. Beyond the comments of the grandmother prudish, conservative parents, uncle and other backward, you know and who you are.But since nobody knows you're gay, you go through life saying "I'm bisexual" (read me a little), just because you think it is more correct or acceptable to say "me AS WHOLE."Finally, when that person appears casually felt or experienced something similar to you, and that begins "Carnival." Meeting taper if possible every day, but obviously no longer go out with neighborhood kids, now we go bowling together with our wavelength. Yes! cool paste, secretly I you say you Chongo and you tell me my baby. Every day you start to feel that you're more, because your friend "the bun" you talk about girls, things that you thought prohibited. As society looks at you funny or at least I feel, are in the bondi and talk in sign language, you shut up if you pass someone you know, everyone thinks that you are the male Argentine, and inside you know that since you met your friend the bun Every day you're being over.Chatting with the bun, leaving the topic of "who knows your family?" And you respond, "with your best poker face," NO. She starts to tell you that your family knows all, she is quiet because encouragement and that is HAPPY. You just say inside "to eggs."Since that conversation something in your head and your heart is shooting, because the bun went from being your friend's adventure to become the example, this Superheroine CAKES QUEER.One day you are thinking of you "I want to be happy," is that if my family would accept me as they did with the bun. then start to run only in your head strategies, hypotheses, we want to say but you feel fear. Meditate and feel peace when your old you think you will understand and give you panic thinking otherwise. Then came the day."Papa, mama, I have to talk to you" Papa to face uncertainty, Mama with open eyes as if seeing the ghost of Michael Jackson, and you in your ass pucker count 1 ... 2 ... 3 AM GAY! Inside touched the sky, were those words that just say them were earning the Susana unbeatable. Mama's eyes filled with tears I knew it tells you (feel relief) and Papa just watching you breathing deeply and says "I love you and respect you, and that day say" Chong understand what you told me "as well as I admired and admire you for YOU, today I also admire me, simply because I had the eggs to tell the world who I am. And so it was, I played it.
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I jumped out of the Closet!
Whoa! Fuck Shit, I had to find a title, and it was. I suggested it to me with basic principles, which identifies and of course makes you unique.And the day is you go out, YOU were always really, but out is out.You feel that you stand firm at all times. Beyond the comments of the grandmother prudish, conservative parents, uncle and other backward, you know and who you are.But since nobody knows you're gay, you go through life saying "I'm bisexual" (read me a little), just because you think it is more correct or acceptable to say "me AS WHOLE."Finally, when that person appears casually felt or experienced something similar to you, and that begins "Carnival." Meeting taper if possible every day, but obviously no longer go out with neighborhood kids, now we go bowling together with our wavelength. Yes! cool paste, secretly I you say you Chongo and you tell me my baby. Every day you start to feel that you're more, because your friend "the bun" you talk about girls, things that you thought prohibited. As society looks at you funny or at least I feel, are in the bondi and talk in sign language, you shut up if you pass someone you know, everyone thinks that you are the male Argentine, and inside you know that since you met your friend the bun Every day you're being over.Chatting with the bun, leaving the topic of "who knows your family?" And you respond, "with your best poker face," NO. She starts to tell you that your family knows all, she is quiet because encouragement and that is HAPPY. You just say inside "to eggs."Since that conversation something in your head and your heart is shooting, because the bun went from being your friend's adventure to become the example, this Superheroine CAKES QUEER.One day you are thinking of you "I want to be happy," is that if my family would accept me as they did with the bun. then start to run only in your head strategies, hypotheses, we want to say but you feel fear. Meditate and feel peace when your old you think you will understand and give you panic thinking otherwise. Then came the day."Papa, mama, I have to talk to you" Papa to face uncertainty, Mama with open eyes as if seeing the ghost of Michael Jackson, and you in your ass pucker count 1 ... 2 ... 3 AM GAY! Inside touched the sky, were those words that just say them were earning the Susana unbeatable. Mama's eyes filled with tears I knew it tells you (feel relief) and Papa just watching you breathing deeply and says "I love you and respect you, and that day say" Chong understand what you told me "as well as I admired and admire you for YOU, today I also admire me, simply because I had the eggs to tell the world who I am. And so it was, I played it.
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