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This is about Atheism in the 21th Century. And Love. And Relationship Anarchism.

I’m an atheist. Which today, means I don’t believe in love. I mean, I don’t believe love can purify anyone’s life. Love exists. That’s actually the problem. Love happens. We are too used to adore things that doesn’t. Gods for example. “The” God, to be more specific. Love is real. It comes from evolution. We have the need to bond to other humans in a deep way because that’s the only maner we want to stick to them, and we need other people. The world is hostile and being in a bunch is safer than being alone. That’s all what love is about. Keep you away from being sacrificed. 

But, for some reason, we have learnt that being in love is that moment when you could sacrifice yourself for other/s. Why? Sacrifice is a fetish in christian morals -if you don’t believe me, just take a look to Jesus in the cross. Is he having a milkshake on a vacation? No, he has just been sacrificed. And his warm corpse is EVERYWHERE, even on people’s chests. 

Roman Catholic Church has been too long messing up with our brains.

They mislead love from its original purpose and changed it from a source of survival power into a doom of loneliness that you have to walk through.

They want you alone. They want to sacrifice you. 

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This is about Spanish. And Gender Issues.

In the ten months I’ve been in Toronto, I’ve hanged  out almost exclusively with openminded folks, or like the internet love to call them, Social Justice Warriors. I like them, I’m moved by their existence. I used to considered myself one of them when I was living in Southamerica. But something fascinating happened when I arrived here. A lot of my thoughts, for the Torontonian artistic community point of view were kind of bigot, specially in gender issues.  The first thing someone asked me was what pronoun I identified with. I answer automatically –I’m an improviser, I’m trained to answer without thinking. But it took me a while to really understand what was going on.

And what was going on? Spanish was going on. I learnt the world in Spanish, which is a gender-based language. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a beautiful language. It has the ability to put in words any emotion and any pain you can ever feel. But you know what can’t it be? Gender neutral.  Every object I’m seeing in this very moment, I’m thinking of it with one of the two genders tie to it. The table I’m writing on, is a she. Also the fridge and the bottle of water. The soap, the plate and the glass, all males.

What is left for people if objects are first of all, boys or girls. Men or women. Ladies or gentlemen. See any latinamerican folk dance. All of them are gender based. In all of them one -the leader- is the male, and the other -the female- is the follower. If you learnt the world in English, you are one step ahead of us in every egualitarian issue. A LONG step ahead.

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This is about Relationship Anarchism. And Social Construction of Fiction. And Monogamy.

Something you discover when you finally assume yourself as non monogamous: the world is made for monogamous people. Sorry, did I say the world? I meant fiction. Fiction is made for monogamous people. And what is the world besides fiction? Nothing. Void void void. Take a look. It’s all about finding “the one”. The one that completes you. What means that alone, you are a zero. Because if you need “one” to be “one”, it’s because you are a zero. So, nothing. Without your soulmate you are not even a soul.

What kind of fiction do nonmonogamous people consume to feel represented? It’s still not written. 

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This is about the difference between Art and Communication. And garbage.

The question of millenials generation –ok, one of them, but this is REALLY important- is if they are going to conceive and judge fiction from a communication point of view or from an artistic one.

What’s the difference? Communication is all about construction of sense, and deliver an specific message as clear as possible. Art is about expressing something that you cannot express in any other social space. Yes, art is the garbage bin of the mind, fighting for being recyclable crap. Art exists as a way of relief. It is a catalogue of amazing techniques to transform those awful thoughts in something beautiful.  

The point of art is not even close to teach something or control some kind of behaviour. Au contraire. It’s about taming the darkest feelings and thoughts through an expressive expression expressed by a skilled technique.

Teaching and controling what the population should think don’t belong to Art, belong to State. 

If you wash Art to just Communication, you are leaving yourself without the trash bin. Ready to swim in garbage?