Under Prejudice – Essay

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 Sexual activity and passivity are some ways to classify gaymen. The reference stars in the mow in the person, most about men. To be active has been a synonym of masculinity between gays. The mow is seen as a defect -  a manner to put someone under even if it is totally accepted by who is “under”, it is continues to be under prejudice.

Maybe, it is historical and sociological. Otherwise, it means that the mature has to be “over”, so to that one who is effeminate the better way is “to accord” and being passive to the context of his sexuality and social environment. 

The grimace says a lot about someone in the gay context. The prejudice starts in this point, where the one who is effeminate has always to be passive to have sex, and he ends with the person that suffers prejudice between that environment. There are people whom choose that position - position here is not that sexual, but some features whose has the mow. It means a strong manner to treat oneself or himself anyway.

Is necessary to be male to have some position at society (gay society)? Passive people are the ones who bring prejudice to themselves or it is put by society? Lately it has been curious to see that gay male has choosen a passive position about sex. So, in this way we can reach a conclusion that the prejudice comes through the way people treat it. As women are treated by society, passive gay people are treated as the same “the fagile”.

This stereotype “the fagile” revolves around a chain of prejudice that comes from heteronormativity. This chain has as order to garantee to the society an equilibrium based on the stereotype from man and woman, in other words, a way to organize the society in “the stronger” and “the weaker”, the same happens in gay world. The easier way to promote respect an acceptance from the very gay means is that old one: to accept yourself and what you want the way they are.

 

Godmother

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Cleber Viturino

English Writing

Goiânia, June 26th

Godmother

I remember a lot memories I lived on childhood. Most of them were lived in my godmother’s house. There were no luxury things to do like playing video-game, computer or electronics “toys”, but modesty playings. I remember my godmother’s family went to the door of her house and saw me and the kids of her street playing street games, my favorite was steep hide. We spent all the afternoon seeing the monkeys of UFG college and feeding them.

Godmother´s family was an example of modesty, love and joy to neighborhood. On Saturdays they did barbecue with animated games like “truco”, “buraco”. An example of generosity with my mom, they looked after me as a proper son.

Maria Helena Braga is a woman with a hot italian blood. She treated her sons with “iron hand”, but this was for good behavior from her sons. I was included.  When I was with godmother, I could feel secure while my mom worked. She was a mother for me and for many kids she looked after for their mothers. A Giant Woman.

Nowadays I laugh the way she used to treat the kids, a tipe of iron hand mixed with irony, but everything with love. I had fear of her, she was a mixed of witch an fair as well. A womam that taught me being a man of respect. Who got some example from her will be a good person in all his/her lifetime.

Personal Letter

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My little bean seed,

         I miss you every day. It´s a kind of feeling I can´t let it go. I love you with with my life and when I grow up  I SWEAR to myself I´ll make you a QUEEN! A queen FOREVER. Because of you I´m growing up as I am. Therefore, I am what I am ´cause you planted me in a good soil, with much love (the best fertilizer).

         I promise you I´ll be safe. I don´t have time to be with you as I´d like. I´d let all things to be with you again, but I know you wouldn´d like. I hope I see you soon. I let you my great love.

Kisses my little bean seed.

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LucasI have a friend-brother, actually. The way I love him is unknown. His name is LUCAS. Our friendship has 10 years. It’s a “marriage” (laughs); a kind of marriage of hearts. It’s amazing ’cause I can give everything that is mine to him and don´t have fear to regret, we are the same. It’s confusing, but It’s LOVE! He’s the opposite I am. Sometimes I ask myself what I have to have a friend as he is… I’d like asking him about it.  I asked and he answered: “I could identify myself in you from the first moments. Remember? We got friends since the begining. I love you above anything ‘in the world”.

And now? Could I escape from this love? No, I can´t and I don´t want, at all!

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Writing is…

     The way to find yourself, maybe the way to create a world where almost everything is possible. I write what is possible to me, knowing that my imagination is in contact with my reality. But, how to write in a way that you can express your world? I really don´t know! I´m sure that writing is the Canal. What for? For another world parallel of this one, maybe my world parallel to your world.

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Through the thoughts

I dig my own hole

Where I supose dying

Chasing my real life

Lying every day

Saying words I do not say

Looking for words I Know are not true

Being blue

Everything’s untrue

                                                                    By Cleber Viturino

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