Yesterday, Sunday, my boyfriend and I decided, after lunch, to go to a park we didn't know. The park is relatively small, perhaps something like Trianon Park, which is located on Avenida Paulista, but more structured than this one. Among the attendees, ladies knitting (literally), a few Sunday athletes running through the park and children, many children... Along with them were their parents, couples ranging in age from 20 to 40 years old.
After a walk around the park and not having much to see, after all, what was supposed to be a waterfall – the park's main attraction – was no longer working. We decided to get out of there. On the route that would take us to the car, a scene caught my attention: the car stopped and a child, perhaps 3 years old, jumped out of it, the mother was already standing next to the passenger door and inside another older child was shouting at the baby. who was walking along the sidewalk. The mother then gently told her husband (and perhaps the children's father) to get out of the car quickly: "Go fat!!! It gets blurry..." to which he, even more gently, replied: "You're in a hurry, let it go..."
Leaving this "happy family" behind and already very close to where our car was, my boyfriend and I looked at the sky and thanked almost in unison the gift of being gay. After all, being homosexuals we don't need to comply with some rules imposed by a heteronormative society.
For me, since I acquired a more critical perspective on human sexuality, homosexuality has always seemed revolutionary, transgressive or challenging. At least, more than heterosexuality. Not without reason, the Frenchman Guy Hocquengheim, in 1993, stated: "…my ass hole is revolutionary". The issue is not in the anus itself, but in what is done with it. By being penetrated, by acting passively in a sexual relationship, homosexuals break a strong and long-standing cultural pattern. Hence, perhaps, the fact that some see homosexuality as a threat to the family, good customs, morals and even religiosity. The issue is that, when penetrated, a man stops complying with a moral code that has been imposed for centuries, he "ceases" to be a man and becomes a "woman", according to, of course, conservative thinking.
However, I find it curious (and I don't believe it's a mistake), especially because everyone has every and complete right to lead their life the way they best believe, however, I can't help but notice how, even in the homosexual ghetto, heterosexual standards has influence on us.
An example of what I'm talking about happens in nightclub shows throughout Brazil... Generally, dubbing shows are performed by transformers, drag queens, transvestites and transgender people who take on the female role. So far, no problems... The fact is that this female character always behaves heterosexually on stage. I say character, referring to the image we are seeing on stage, without paying attention to the gender identity or sexual role played by the respective actors in their real lives. Because transformers, drag queens, transvestites and transsexuals have particular ways of interpreting themselves, all of which are very worthy of respect.
The question is: why does a drag queen, for example, always form a romantic partner with a "man" on stage and never with another drag queen, or transvestite, demonstrating the sexual diversity that our own homosexual condition entails??? There is always a feminine and a masculine archetype on the scene….
The question I ask myself is whether we really are as free from this imposed cultural standard as we believe and say we are. Another question I ask myself is: why do gogo boys, for example, barely touch each other when they're on stage? Isn't it a gay house??? Could it be that when they touch each other, they will not stop populating the homosexual imagination that this is a "real man" who can, in some way, be conquered by a homosexual???
Anyway... It's questions like these that remind me of the wise words of one of the greatest actresses in this country, when she said: "On stage there are no men or women. There is talent." I agree in gender, number and degree with Fernanda Montenegro.
The message is given...
Kiss, kiss, kiss… I went…
