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Todos nós jĆ” vivemos um grande amor na adolescĆŖncia,as vezes um proibido,o que torna ainda mais saborosa a relação,o meu foi com a prima Ju,ela vivia nas plantaƧƵes de flores, cuidando daquela imensidĆ£o de cores e perfumes,e eu em meio a tanta beleza eu só conseguia fixar meus olhos nela,aqueles cabelos encaracolados,onde meus dedos teimavam em ficar enroscados, provocando nela os mais lindos sorrisos,jĆ” que achava engraƧado, aquele meu jeito desastrado,eu nem fazia questĆ£o de me controlar,ela ficava ainda mais linda quando sorria, quando a tarde caia nós corrĆamos para debaixo da figueira da olaria,onde o som dos beijos proibidos era tudo que se ouvia,aquela boca que ela tinha,os lĆ”bios jĆ” carnudos,eram ainda mais ressaltados toda vez que eu mordia,olhos grandes e brilhantes,que muitas vezes atĆ© a lua envergonhada,de ciĆŗmes se escondia,me considero um homem de muitas vidas,pois a cada beijo naquela boca eu morria, renascendo quando os lĆ”bios se desgrudavam, querendo morrer de novo e de novoĀ a cada instante nos finais de tarde na olaria,muitos casais namoraram naquele lugar depois de nós,mas se aquela figueira pudesse falar,diria que aqueles primos foram o casal mais apaixonado que se abrigaram entre seus troncos ,tanto nas noites quentes como nas noites frias,que no tempo que estavam alĆ com ela, nĆ£o teve espaƧo para sentimentos ruins,nem brigas ou choro, e tambĆ©m nenhuma lĆ”grima se quer,foi só amor e alegria entre um homem e uma mulher, Ć©ramos muito jovens naquela Ć©poca,mas ainda sinto o gosto daqueles beijos, mesmo tendo passado tanto tempo,pode parecer impossĆvel se querem dizer,mas Ć© mais que o gosto de um beijo aqui dentro, Ć© o gosto daquela paixĆ£o, daquele amor, Ć© um gosto do sentimento,hoje jĆ” experimentei tantos sabores,mas o Ćŗnico que ainda sinto depois de anos, Ć© o gosto dos lĆ”bios exuberantes da menina queĀ andava entre milhƵes de flores.
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Letter to My Hairy Darlings
I debated for a long time on whether I should make this post or not, but because of all the encouraging responses from my earlier post I made about shaving and not shaving and whatnot, Iāve decided to go for it. There are people out there who might need to hear this and get some comfort from it, so Iāll do it.
Iām afab and I identify myself affectionately as a Girl-Thing for the most part. Iāve struggled with my body image for all of my life, with my weight, my body hair, and my gender expression. It has taken me years to get comfortable with who I am and Iām still battling to love myself and the body Iām in. As you can see from my ponytail, I have very long hairāa meter long when straightened. Itās thick and naturally curly, but the weight of it pulls most of the curl out into waves. The hair on my head is sacred to me. Itās a very spiritual thing and a core part of my identity. But for most of my life past puberty, I was shamed for the hair on the rest of my body. I was made fun of early on for the hair on my legs and underarms, and so I started shaving the year I hit puberty. I was 10. I hated it then. I still hate it now. Itās always been something I resented, because as a child I couldnāt understand why half the population could have hair on their legs and the other half seemingly couldnāt. Now that Iām older and more educated on the many ways gender can be expressed and body autonomy, I know that shaving is a social thing. And itās your choice whether you shave or not. That goes for any part of your body, from your head to your toes. I am not an unclean person, just because I donāt shave the majority of the time. I have a genetic predisposition for thick, dark body hair. I canāt tell you how many times Iāve injured myself over the years trying to remove it. Once when I was 16 I suffered a severe burn on my face from a wax treatment trying to remove hair from my neck, chin and lip. I had horrible scabbing over a large portion of my chin and neck for nearly 3 weeks, and had I not taken as good a care of my skin, I could have scarred. It happened another time a few years after that. And a final time that made me swear off getting waxes. All that pain for fear of the opinions of othersāstrangers who I donāt even know. Who will never know me. Thatās crazy.
Now that Iām an adult, Iāve taken control of my identity and expressions and my body. This body is mine. Your body is yours. No one has a right to police our bodies. No one has a right to say how they should look or feel. I am a big, hairy girl. And Iām beautiful because I say I am. You all are beautiful too. No matter what your gender expression is or isnāt. No matter what ethnicity you are. No matter how old you are or where you come from. You are beautiful. There is nothing wrong with shaving. There is nothing wrong with not shaving. Itās your choice to make. Please donāt let anyone tell you what to do with it. And donāt let the lies and hate of others change how you see yourself.Ā
I hope this helps anyone who feels uncomfortable with their body and hair.
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E essa chuva que não passa hein,esses dias me fazem te esperar pra gente ficar juntinho, mas jÔ fazem duas semanas que a ponte alagou e a Ôgua não baixa,fico da minha janela e você da sua,hora olhando um para o outro,hora olhando pra Ôgua que insiste em ficar, saudades dos dias de sol, saudades dos fins de tarde cruzando a ponte ou te esperando do outro lado,ahh saudades,e essa chuva que não passa hein.
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