authors note: not proof read and definitely not one of my good works im very sorry
he’s sweating. sweat droplets fall from his face as he wipes himself with a towel. you stand staring at him. in absolute fucking awe.
his hair is soaked from sweat and pouring water on himself to cool him down. he waves goodbye to the crowd one last time before finally heading behind stage. all you wanted to do was run up to him and just throw yourself at him.
he talks with a few stage crew members before finally meeting your gaze. you visibly moan at the sight of him. he senses the change in your gaze and walks over to you. he places his hands on your hips and you immediately reach up to kiss him.
its messy, rough, and down right dirty. he groans into your mouth as your hand trails down to palm him through his pants. “fuck baby not here.” he lifts his head to look around and catches a few people looking.
you don’t care though. they could watch all they wanted, see how your boyfriend falls apart and moans loudly due to your work.
you grab his face once more and pull him in. this time its deeper. his tongue trails to the back of your throat and you moan into him. you can feel his bulge growing in your palm.
you stop your movements with your hand but still continue to kiss. he whimpers into your mouth as he bucks into your palm trying to get some friction.
you hear a few people laughing, approaching the two of you and immediately stop. his head drops as he gasps.
you grab his hand pull him close. “follow me.” he immediately follows your lead. you bring him into an old tool closet just behind the curtains to the stage. you shut the door and look for a light.
he groans as you bend over in front of him. picking up an old piece of cloth. you set it down in front of you before going on your knees. “jesus” he moans as you begin to undo his zipper.
he throws his head back against the wall as you pull his boxers down and his cock springs free. “hmm this all for me baby?” he whimpers at your words. bucking up on instinct as your hand slowly strokes the base.
you bite the inside of his thigh making him catch his breath. he looks down at the cite of you and rolls his eyes.
you slowly make your way to his cock. tongue poking out and ever so slightly licking his tip. “oh my god” his hand reaches out to grab your hair but you swat it away. “no touching” he whines as his hand grabs onto a shelf behind him.
your hand starts to move a little faster as his knees begin to buck. he moans as you take the full length of him in your mouth. gagging as his tip hits the back of your throat.
“ughh-nffuck” he starts to thrust inside of your mouth. cock hitting the deepest part of your throat. your nose meets his pubic hairs and spit drips from out of your mouth.
you can sense he’s close. thighs start to tense as his legs begin to shake. his breathing becomes more ragged as he rolls his head back. you pop of off him and he whines in agony. “not yet baby”
“you’re fucking killing me” his cock jumps as you slowly begin your actions again. this time, your mouth meets his tip as your hands move down to his balls. slowly running your finger tips along them.
“oh- fucking- jesus” he looks down at your face with your lips wrapped around his tip and your other hand slowly motioning his balls. he whimpers as he moves his hand to your hair.
you immediately stop all actions and remove yourself from him. he whimpers with desperation. “one more time and you’ll get nothing. you hear me?” he nods his head like a puppy waiting for a treat.
people walk past the closet as you feel the heat radiating from his dick.
he whines as you stay there. not moving. “shush liam.” he groans loudly at his name. “fuck”
once you hear the people move away, you continue what you started. your hand moves to his cock and he groans at the contact.
your lips meet his tip and you start to speed up. he moans as he bucks his hips up and into your throat. you hand moves faster as you begin to suck his tip. “oh my- im gonna” you moan around him.
his hips stutter at the vibration, causing him to roll his head back. you feel his thighs tense and his cock pulse inside you. his grip on the shelves tighten as he moans in ecstasy.
“yes baby, dont stop- right- right fucking there” his words trail into a groan as you feel his cock pulse as ropes of his cum hit the back of your throat. you swallow everything he gives you, but you dont stop.
he whimpers as you continue to suck his overstimulated cock.
“please, i cant- i cant take it anymore” he whines as you speed up your actions.
his cock jumps back to life as another orgasm quickly forms. your throat hits the back of his cock as your hand trails down to his balls. you look up to see his eyes rolled back as he eyebrows fold.
“s’too much, please” he moans as you suck harder. “you can take it”
he groans at your words as you continue to stroke him. his hips stutter in place and his breath becomes ragged. “oh god- yes” he throws his head back and spurts of cum shoot out and onto your face. he looks down watching the sight before him.
“jesus- fuck.”
he closes his eyes as you wipe your mouth and begin to stand up. you pull his boxers over his cock and he winces at the sensitivity. he looks down at you and moans at your innocent smile.
“that was fun” you smirk as he grins and rolls his eyes. his breathing is still heavy as you give him a kiss.
“you’re somethin’ else there, you know exactly what you’re doin’ dontcha love?” you smile at his words and carefully exit the closet. leaving him there speechless.
he removes himself from the wall and just as he’s about to leave, he feel a tingling sensation in his boxers…
summary: your friends invited you to a party, you’re not much of a party animal but you were having a rough week and thought you’d have some fun, someones eyes have been glued to the way your body moves to the rhythm of the music…
warnings: teasing, dirty talk, shy!reader, smut smut smut 18+, body dysmorphia, soft!liam, daddy kink, rough!liam, reader giving liam a bj, reader does not have the same features as pictured, reader doesn't know who oasis are (ikr pretty shitty)
authors note: i would love feedback on my writing, it isnt the best of work, i recently just got back into it and would like to continue to slowly improve so if you have any feedback lmk! (not proof read!)
“don’t be daft! come on, we’ll have loads of fun with the girls! I know you don’t really know any of them that well but we can all go and have a blast! get sloshed and maybe even chat up some local blokes” she gave you a wink as you rolled your eyes at her response.
it was a saturday, no uni today or tomorrow which means you get to go out! there weren’t many clubs around where you were living so you had taken the train into manchester to meet up with some of your friends. turns out, it was only you and your bestest friend out of the friend group. everyone else had go their seperate ways.
emily was always stuck to your side no matter what, she wouldn’t force you into anything but she had been quit convincing when she had told you about this weekend. she met a couple of girls in one of her classes and she got to know them. she likes them. so she thinks you’ll like them too.
“i don’t even know what to wear em!” “I have nothing.” you drag out the end of the word while looking at her.
she grabs your arm and drags you to her closet. “see, this is why you came to my place, i have tons of shit for you to wear. now, come on, lets have a look.”
she opens her closet and proceeds to pull out a few different options. she hangs them all on the doorknob for you to look at.
the first dress is silver, with shiny sequins on it. the second is a cherry red dress thats plain. and the last dress is just a plain black mini dress.
you take a close look at the options and choose to go for the black one. emily jumps with joy as you go to put it on. she waits outside as you change with some black heels to match your dress.
you look over yourself in the mirror. the dress fits you perfectly. it enhances your curves and sticks to your skin.
you walk out and em almost screams.
“jesus! you look absolutely stunning!” you give her a shy smile as she hands you the heels.
“right, put these on and then we’re good to go, oh babe.” she looks you up and down and points to your braid. “i’d keep your hair down if i was you.” you scrunch your face as to say ‘what?’
she walks over to you and starts to undo it. “for the guys, or girls, you never know.” you giggle as she brushes her hands through your hair.
she grabs her bag and off you were.
walking down the street, you make out a group of girls coming your way. you figure that they’ll be joining the two of you tonight.
em waves her hands as she runs to the girls. she introduces you and you say hello. they seem nice. you chat with one of the girls almost the whole way to the club. her name’s vivian. she likes to be called viv for short though.
you pull up just outside of the club and you can practically feel the ground shaking from the bass inside. you hand the man your ID as he checks you and lets you in.
the room is filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol. theres laser lights everywhere, the music blasts as you try to make out what one of the girls is saying. she gestures to the bar as you nod your head and follow.
you feel a gaze on you somewhere, you look behind you and look around. noticing nothing, you turn back to the bar and order your drinks.
a few drinks and songs later, you make your way over to the bar again. you sit up on the stool and order another drink. you take a swig and put it on the counter again. you feel the gaze again. looking around, you lock eyes with a man.
he’s sat in a chair watching you from across the room. his legs spread, drink in hand, he smirks as you watch him. you look away and take one last sip of your drink. you hear the tune of a song you know and immediately bounce up.
you move to the dance floor, surrounded by bodies of people dancing on one another. you move your body to the music, swaying your hips and biting your lip.
you feel a pair of hands hold your waist. you stop in shock.
you feel hot breathe graze your ear. “don’t stop love, was jus’ enjoying the show.”
he has a thick, mancunian accent. his breath smells of beer and he’s hot. you can feel the sweat on his palms as he slowly moves them to the curve of your ass. and you feel that familiar gaze.
you begin to dance again, but not with much confidence. the man notices. “don’t get all shy on me now, thought i’d come and join ya.”
you can feel him move behind you as he places his hands on your waist. your breath hitches when he pulls you into him. you could feel his semi from his jeans against your ass.
he starts dancing with you to the song, you sway with him and occasionally grind back against him. he groans as he feels like softness from your back. your cheeks flush everytime you hear him.
he stops after the song and spins you to look at him. you look into his eyes as he smirks. “like what you see?” you hide your face as he chuckles.
he leans down and wraps his arm around your body, he whispers in your ear. “cmon, lets go somewhere a little less crowded eh?” you nod back at him as he takes your hand and leads you away.
he drags you into a room with a few people. you see some snorting cocaine and popping pills. some are all over each other.
he slumps down in a booth and pulls you into him. you sit next to him with his arm around you. you feel his eyes on you.
he smirks into your hair. “not much of a talker now are you?”
you giggle and shake your head. you hear a group of men coming your way and you move closer to the man. “shh its’alright.” he cups your shoulder with his hand as the men come to the table. “don’t needa be shy.”
“oh for fucks sake liam, already?” bonehead laughs as noel hands him a tener. “fucking twat.” he sits next to his brother as the other men sit in the booth next to you.
“she’s probably only here for a shag so she can tell all her mates who she spent the night with.” they laugh as liam rolls his eyes. your ears prick up as you think, what do they mean by that?
you look over at the men and try to think about who they are. noel looks back at you and squints. “looks like you’ve got yourself a new one mate.” liam looks back at you and backs away a bit.
“don’t gotta worry, fame isn’t in the room here with us tonight.” bonehead snaps back with a laugh and a swig of his beer. noel slaps him on the back of the head while throwing his head back in a laugh. you take it they’ve clocked on you have no clue who they are.
“you know who we are dontcha love?” you gulp as you look into his bright, blue eyes. his brother pats him on the back and walks away. “all yours mate.” the rest of the men walk towards the bar, looking back at the two of you.
you look back at liam and shake your head.
he smirks and chuckles as he looks down. “we’re the greatest band in the world.” you shudder at the words. how do you not know them? “ever heard of oasis?” your brain starts to spiral back, you know who they are. your eyes widen as your mouth opens. liam smirks and leans back again, resting his arm over yours.
“holy shit.” you look down as your brain tries to comprehend it.
just as your about the speak, his hand falls onto your thigh. you tense for a moment. his thumb draws circles into your delicate skin. he leans down towards your neck, he places a kiss, almost feather like. you hold back a moan as his hand moves higher.
“don’t gotta worry love, doesn’t mean nothing special about being famous, just means i get special privileges.” you can hear the smirk at the end of his sentence.
you shudder against his touch and fall back into him. his hand rides higher up your thigh and lands right below your panties.
“jesus, i can practically feel how wet you are.” you moan as his finger runs a line down your pussy. he groans at the touch.
your face flushes red as the other men start to walk back over. his hand lays flat against your stomach as he pulls you even further into him.
noel walks over holding two pints and bonehead follows behind him. liam leans down and you feel his hot breathe flow over your ear. “you gonna be a good girl for me love?” your breath hitches in your throat. your mouth falls agape as you look down to see his hand crawling into your panties.
bonehead and noel stand just infront of your table, blabbing about some nonsense with blur and the band.
all you can think about, all you can feel is his hand slowing rubbing circles on your clit. your hand shoots out and grabs onto his thigh as you feel the pressure build. nails digging into his skin creating little crescent moons.
“yea, you like that?” you can practically feel his smirk. his fingers begin to rub faster as he leans over and begins to place kisses along your collar bone and neck.
“get a fucking room will ya?” liam sits up and gives noel a look. he rolls his eyes and continues talking with bonehead.
liam turns towards you and grins. “they can watch if they want but i really wanna see you fall apart love” you feel the coil in your stomach start to grow as his fingers continue their actions.
you grip his hand and tilt your head back. he kisses along your jaw and down your neck, making the sensation even more exotic.
your hips buck into his hand as you feel your orgasm approach.
“you gonna come baby?” you let out a sliver of a moan at his words.
his hand immediately leaves your swollen bud and you whine in desperation. “nah love, dont think so.” you bit down hard as he stands up and straightens his shirt.
you follow him as he reaches for your hand. your pussy still throbs as he drags you through the crowd. your friends are long forgotten now, just you and liam against the world.
you drift through the sea of people dancing, the smell of cigs and alcohol linger in the air. you make your way to some stairs and follow liam.
he brings you down a small hallway and at the end is a room. you stop, hesitant.
his hands find your hips again, rubbing little circles across your skin. “its alright baby, you can trust me”
you slowly begin to walk into the room. its dark, only blue lights lit across the room. there sits a couch in the corner of the room and a hallway that leads to somewhere your not sure.
he watches as you survey the scene. his hands find your hips again and he begins to kiss your shoulder. you head tips back onto his as he kisses further and up to your neck.
“gonna show you a great time love, never gonna forget me.”
he pulls away for a second as he begins to remove the straps of your dress. he pulls them down your arm until your dress hits the floor.
your shudder as the cool air hits your almost naked body. he stands behind you. staring.
“jesus” his hand flows along the curve of your ass as he makes his way to the front of you.
he stands and just looks. taking in the view.
you begin to shake as the fear hits you. your hands come up to cover your body. you shrink in front of him. his hands find your arms as he tries to calm you.
“shh love whats the matter? dont cover up, your absolutely fucking gorgeous” he pulls you into him as you continue to shake.
“m’sorry, i just-“
“s’alright baby, you dont need to explain”
he holds you in his arms as tears start to flow. he kisses your head and cradles you like something he needs to protect. nothing will hurt you.
you close your eyes as you stay in his arms. a few minutes go by as you stay there together. he slowly pulls away from you, causing a panic. he walks away towards the couch.
“liam-“ your voice cracks in a cry.
“m’right here love, dont worry”
he switches off the blue lights, turning the room pitch black. he slowly makes his way back to you through the dark. his arms meet yours.
“this better baby?”
you hum in satisfaction and admiration. is he caring for you?
he takes your hand and slowly guides you down the mystery hallway.
your eyes make out bed through the darkness and the moonlight.
he guides you onto the bed and sits against the headboard. his hands fit your hips as he lifts you onto him. “this ok?”
“yes, thank you”
he grabs your hand and places a kiss to the palm. “just want you to be comfortable love, tell me to stop whenever and i will.”
you smile at his kind words. you place your hands on his chest. “you have too many clothes on.”
he smirks at you and grabs your hands. “yea? why dontcha remove them f’me?”
you clench at his voice, deep and rough. you begin to unbutton his shirt, he moves as you need him to to get it off. you throw it across the room with a giggle.
your hands roam through his chest. feeling through his hair and down towards his waist. his breath catches as you slip your fingers past his waist band.
you can feel his hard on through his jeans. you eyes brighten with an idea. he groans as you begin to grind back on him. his hand comes up to meet your waist, guiding your movements.
“fuck” he throws his head back as you grind down harder. “you like that?”
“fuck- yea, feels fucking amazing baby” you continue your motions as your hand moves to his belt. removing it as quickly aa you can as you begin to unzip his jeans.
his hand grabs your wrist to stop you. “you sure love? dont gotta do anything you dont want baby”
“im sure liam. i want this”
he lets your hand free as you continue to strip him off his pants. you lift yourself just enough to pull his pants off, leaving his boxers on still. you crawl back ontop of him and grab his jaw, pulling him into a kiss.
its rough, his hands immediately shoot up to grab your body, his tongue presses into yours as your teeth clink together.
his hips subconsciously buck up into you as you moan into the kiss. he flips you over and onto your back, he lays beside you.
his mouth latches itself just under your jaw. you moan as he begins to suck. “yea baby, s’that the spot?” you whine as his hand trails down your body and into your panties.
he runs a finger down your slit and back to your swollen bud. “shit, you’re fucking soaked.”
“fuck liam- please”
“need me that badly love, dont worry im gonna give you all of me.”
his fingers seep into you, rubbing your clit as he curls them into you.
you arch your back at the pleasure. gripping the sheets below you. he trails kisses along your neck and chest.
his fingers move faster as you moan with him. “jesus- fuck”
you grab his face and kiss him hard. running your hands through his hair. “i need you liam”
he lifts his head and instantly removes his fingers. “fuck love, you dont know what you do to me”
he pulls down his boxers as you sit up. “how’d you want me baby?”
he strokes his cock slowly as he waits for your answer. “i want to ride you.”
he groans as he rests his back against the headboard. “shit love” he moans as you sink into him. throwing his head back you begin to move.
“agh- fuck baby” you grind down harder onto him, his hands find your waist and help guide your movements. he sucks one of your nipples between your teeth catching you by surprise.
your hands find his hair as you throw your head back. his hand flows along your back holding you in place.
his fingers find your clit and start to tease. “fuck daddy”
he stops. “shit- sorry, i dont- i dont know why i said that im-“
“say it again”
your mind goes blank. “what?”
he bucks up into you deeply, your mouth falls open with a moan. “you heard me”
he begins to move, bouncing you on his cock. you moan loudly with the roughness. “daddy”
he groans and grits his teeth. “yea baby, im your fucking daddy. all yours, the only one who can treat you this fucking good.” he groans as you whine at his words.
“feels s’good daddy”
he throws his head back. “fuck”
you feel the coil in you start to build. you lean back, holding your arm for stability. you grind on him harder, deeper.
he groans as he feels your body move. he grips your hips and slams you onto him. “fuck liam” you moan as he continues to slam you onto him.
“jesus- fuck baby” the coil in you begins to tighten.
“daddy m’gonna- oh fuck” you almost scream as he pulls all the way out and slams back in. “yea baby? gonna come for me, gonna come for daddy? let me feel it love, let me feel you.” his words throw you over the edge.
you clench around him tightly and almost scream as your orgasm crashes through you. you grip his hair as he continues to move. as your orgasm slows you clench at the feeling of him.
”oh my god- fuck baby, m’gonna” you cut him off by pulling all the way off him and moving downward. slipping his cock past your lips.
his eyes roll back as you begin to suck. his chest heaves as he watches you. your tongue flicks his tip as your hand strokes him from the base. you feel his hand grip your hair tighter as you begin to move faster.
“thats it baby, right there, fucking- fuck” he throws his head back as he pushes your head to the base of him. you gag around him, nose pressed to his course hair.
his cock pulses as you push off him for air. you immediately put your mouth on him and he grips your hair once more. “gonna- oh fuck, m’gonna” you grab his balls and slowly begin to massage them.
he whimpers as you feel his cum shoot to the back of your throat. “oh god- baby, fuck” he groans as his hip buck into your mouth. you remove from him with a ‘pop’ and crawl back to him. you lay with him as his arm wraps around you.
“shit love” he chuckles as you run your hands through his hair.
he rubs your soft skin as you lay there together. his breath hot against you as you close your eyes.
“you ok?” he looks up at you and smiles. “yea, that was great.”
he places a kiss to your stomach and rubs your side.
there was something different about him, from all the other guys you’ve had sex with or even dated. he cared for you, didn’t make you explain anything. he was gentle.
he lifted his head slowly and looked at you. “y’know, i would love to see you again sometime”
you looked down at him and rubbed his arm. “me too” you smiled and gave him a kiss.
he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, never letting you go.
pt 2?
so so happy i was able to get this out before my oasis concert! hope you all enjoyed :)ps (lmk if anyone wants to be tagged!)
Orgullo con corazón de pollo y memoria de chorlito
Junio es el MES arcoiris para la cultura homo, y no es elección casual, ya que en ese mes pero de 1969 hubo una redada en Stonewall EU, dirigida contra los exóticos diferentes, que por consecuencia realizaron la primera manifestación público-política de la comunidad transexual y homosexual, por abusos y falta de políticas de visibilidad, siendo el punto de partida para las marchas a luz de día y avenidas principales en pro de derechos, que trajo como victorias el retiro de la homosexualidad de lista de trastornos mentales, el reconocimiento de una comunidad cada ves más diversa en sus elecciones genéricas y sexuales, campañas gubernamentales de salud, matrimonios y adopción homoparental/lesbomaternal, acceso a cargos públicos de elección popular, entre muchas otras cosas. Lamentablemente sin tener trascendencia mundial
En México la eliminación de sodomitas a cargo de las políticas con intervención católica, eran comunes y crueles. En el porfiriato había redadas donde las autoridades detenían, evidenciaban y humillaban a los hombres que se vestían de mujeres, solo basta recordar el escandaloso número 41 o la crujía “J” de la cárcel del Palacio de Lecumberri, para refrescar la memoria nacional. Sin embargo, nombres como Salvador Novo, Nancy Cárdenas, Luis González de Alba y Carlos Monsivais retratan a lo largo de sus ideas y escritos, lo que sucedía en el país Azteca, en los tiempos donde ser diferente a la masculinidad y la norma, complicaba la vida común de cualquiera que decidiera transgredir.
En la Ciudad de México, los grupos de trabajo pro-gay se hacen visibles en 1978, pero es en 1979 cuando se marcha por primera vez, teniendo un mensaje claro en contra de la violencia hacia los gays y lesbianas. Existen dos antecedentes de visibilidad: en 1968 un contingente homosexual se hace evidente en la marcha estudiantil y en 1978 otro contingente gay marcha en apoyo a la revolución cubana. Así la gente de ambiente empezó a salir a la calle, Nancy Cárdenas acepta su diferencia en televisión y comienza el ruido general para decir: estoy aquí, soy diferente, amo y pido ser reconocido y respetado. En la década de los 80s la batalla por la visibilidad se torno hacia la lucha contra el SIDA, enfermedad que se encarnó en la comunidad homosexual, etiquetándola negativamente a través de ignorancia y estigmas que a la fecha siguen pesando, pese a todo el avance científico al respecto de su tratamiento y cura. Los 90s fueron marcados por las primeras políticas públicas de visibilidad a la problemática de salud, pero no a la visibilidad de los “raros”. Existían, pero aun no los vemos y toleramos del todo.
Para la década de los 2000s, las marchas que buscan visibilidad continuaron y el dinero rosa comenzó a llamar la atención de quienes hacían políticas y descubrieron el potencial económico que significaba darle vida propia a una comunidad cada vez más expuesta por gusto propio, que por aceptación o tolerancia social. Los gays comenzaron a ser moda, el lenguaje homosexual y clandestino comenzó a ser común, legitimándose las ofensas y por ello no es raro que entre heterosexuales puedan llamarse jotos, maricones o putos, sin riesgo. Además surgieron los heteros “amistosos” o simpatizantes de sus amigos “princesas” que no sentían amenaza a la masculinidad y aceptaban la amistad con respeto. Salieron del gueto palabras como “activo y pasivo” que identificaban los roles sexuales y más tarde los programas de televisión proyectarían vida y léxico de algunas “locas, manas, perras y liosas”, que en ésta última década serían virales y parte del humor y clichés sociales.
Los cambios han sido enormes en las últimas dos décadas, sin embargo los derechos como integrantes de una sociedad aun no son reconocidos por las leyes. Se da permiso a la expresión, se supone tolerancia y se explota la homosexualidad como producto, no como una forma de vida. Y lo anterior en algunas de las ciudades grandes, ya que en pequeñas comunidades de provincia existe rechazo, silencio y sobre todo violencia. Y si, ya es 2017 y sigue siendo la nación del águila que devora la serpiente sobre un nopal.
Los políticos aun no se atreven a asumir compromisos, no se asumen muchos de ellos como integrantes de una comunidad que requiere trabajo político y no solo marchas entre plumas y colores. Aun existen datos duros y crueles respecto a la homofobia, existen silencios respecto a los crímenes de odio (que son señalados como pasionales y no como abusos), existe gente que en su casa no quieren convivir con homosexuales, existen hombres y mujeres jóvenes, adultos y viejos que no les dicen a sus familiares, por temor al rechazo. Aun existen los silencios referente a quien se ama o con quien se comparte la vida ante la familia, el trabajo, los amigos y los vecinos que rodean.
Por ello me niego a que las marchas sean solo carnavales de un grupo colorido, glamoroso o exótico. Me niego a que las marchas sean usadas como mercancía de fácil acceso y que no cuenten con un discurso político claro y trabajado a lo largo del año. Me niego a que las marchas tengas una reina, es estúpido. Me niego a que los políticos no sorprendan con leyes que sean aplaudidas en este mes. Me niego a pensar que las marchas se conviertan en la fiesta de graduados que no tienen educación, por la carencia de líderes y la presencia de guías soberbios, pretenciosos e incultos. Me niego a que las marchas no promuevan el servicio social en beneficios a la comunidad que pertenecen y acepten el consumo de alcohol y drogas como parte del “así somos”. Me niego a ser solo circo de tres pistas o más según la letra que agreguen al LGBT. Me niego a premiar lo que se tiene, sin ni siquiera haber intentado hacer más. Me niego a aplaudir proyectos mediocres que por tener un arcoiris en marca, merecen atención.
Festejo el mes, soy consciente de ser parte de todo esto y de haber marchado hasta el zócalo como parte del reconocimiento individual y existencial. Celebro que los antecesores hayan hecho lo que disfruto y trato de involucrarme para los que siguen. Celebro los eventos culturales (poco difundidos, visitados y cuidados) que aun se dan en la Cineteca, el Chopo, Cine Diana, pequeñas Galerías Arte, y sobre todo en foros de teatro. Celebro con orgullo lo hecho en lo cotidiano y sé que aun me falta trabajar otros aspectos, por eso me enorgullece la lucha individual, que puedo sumar con aquellos de mi entorno, aunque no sean homos. Celebro la inclusión con sentido y dirección, el abrazo entre diferentes, el amor y respeto que merecemos como seres sociales. Festejo el poder vivir sin miedo y de la mano de alguien con los mismos genitales.
