You will recall that a few weeks ago wrote in favor of homosexual marriage. In that column I argued that gay marriage should not only be legalized, but also that the heterosexual does not have to be better or worse than that. Well, the emails poured in and give them a worth ilustradita this button: "It turns out that you support some sick minority. And I say that such behavior should have its whys. Are you a fag of birth or is an acquired condition? "
May I not whatever comes to mind, but my preferences consist of a pair of shaved legs or hips as God intended. I know male medium hair, many hiding their fundamental weakness, and I have gay friends sensitive, cultured, more intelligent than the vast majority of little shit came and went in series by a hypocritical society.
If you put me to choose, the truth is that I admire the courage of the gay and I hate the thought matchlocks. Moral stature they usually amazes me. It takes courage, balance must be filled, and all the paraphernalia, not to blow so many despicable eggs indicate that daily, and are condemned to the stake, by his judgments a priori and human shortsightedness, those who are different, who chose other routes and other folds of her existence at the time to mess with someone in bed.
Sometimes, from the terrace of a cafe or walking down the street to watch them. Note the skin-deep love and I see them choking off speech, breath, life itself. The fear often embedded in their eyes. We must take control of steel not do justice to charge a few hands and destroy lives just beginning: the teenager who begins to discover their preferences, the young man who dared to throw a beautiful word to another, subject of desire, and then be riddled to ridicule, the offense of all sizes, to scorn for a guilt-nots. I respect and admire those who take such crossings with the dignity and would like some miserable for themselves.
to see what best can be a heterosexual as mandated by the Church, that a homosexual does not send anyone. If we do, nowhere to be found the answer, ie, is a tale of what imagine and then accept that Julian, Luis and Pedro are more or less ill than Raúl, Cintia or Nicomedes, by the mere fact that first and second are not gay? Where the hell someone pocketed a false conclusion premised on where you look? Who said you is like a grape health, physical or spiritual, or better, or worth more, that the guy in front, decent, hardworking, honest, paying taxes and homosexual? I argue that the inquisitors of every variety will blow whistles to another party, and the straightening of the world, almost always perfect nullity errant finish chewing their ideas in the same fire they prepare for others.
0 comments:
Post a Comment