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Death will come and have your eyes ...

like to talk about a guy I saw today in my college, he a young man about 23 years, height 1.70 and of thin build.

wore a sweater and an olive green jeans, longish curly hair, fell slightly in her walk on her face.

not know the place where he was going, I went to my faculty and was on the route that our eyes met:

There he was, his gaze rocked my pericarp and put to boil my cerebrospinal fluid. His look shy and yet so challenging that my femur generated and Perene blink, as rarely happens to see someone.

His eyes, flashes of light, a reflection of so much innocence, so many dreams, desires that the bodily strength would be weak to do them all really.

hidden in those glasses, that her clothes look inside and I was announced as if time was on our side.

His eyes penetrated mine, as if the most intimate, as if thousands of orgasms achieved through a simple look.

And now what will happen "return our eyes to be collected?," Will again be at a glance?, Is the fate conspire so you can look again at their beauty?

lot of stupid, a bit of a dreamer, just a couple of simple men, who were for the first time and unaware of their looks to continue his walk.

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The Marica with dreams of being Gay

I'm gay .. That is not new to me, I know since I was little, one of the first memories that come to mind right now is that time when she was four and innocently kissed her in a carnal to my cousin for five years, I was a child who preferred to children, something very difficult to understand for me then, and rarely felt when I was in my school and played with children who seemed cute or interesting.

Now I have twenty years, will perform twenty-two months. I'm still gay, and I sometimes wonder why?. What is it that I'm gay?, Why I'm queer in my family, not my cousin, my uncle or even my brother? This series of questions formulated a long time ago when I had not even had my first sexual encounter, long before a man penetrated me and I seem to experience stronger and yet painful at the time when the penis and ass seemed the most unpleasant and unclean, the concept of these body parts changed tremendously in my puberty .. While we certainly do not consider necessary to speak of this phase.

and return to the question that always disturbed me a Why I'm gay?, Throughout my history there were many theories, some who came to reject over time and others that with each passing day, I noticed they had a foundation "pseudoscience."

For example, I attributed to him being a sissy for my dad in his youth had "boyfriends" and as a result of which he married my mom and could not get on with life when I'm homo ... bare, the bug of repressed shame my father attacked me, so I was born gay. I do not know why that assumption, if my dad has nothing sissy.

Another belief was that the day that my father and mother, had their sexual encounter which I was born .. the moon, the previous meal, the egg that month of my mother .., in short, they influence the "reversed."

Well, leaving aside the stories of my childhood, back to 2009, with my day to day with those problems and solutions that appear every day, all my failures and triumphs while .. even a 4.2 in a partial, that is success. Now comes another question: If I'm gay, why am I not like the others?.

I do not like the rumba, whether in Theatron or Mandala (in fact I have never gone, because I think something jartísimo), does not interest me in the least go comparsa comparsa in proving that I'm queer, I do not like to put myself manillitas rainbow, or be the child sex-chic of the university showing that I have put some rag last collection for Yves Saint Laurent, I am not one who has a lot of gay friends, in fact I count my friends on the fingers of one hand and none of them are gay or lesbian, not belting out songs full of Britney Spears or Thalia (incidentally, I hate singers) do not go to the gym and I have a little belly, I am also somewhat shy and reserved and I find it hard to establish trust with someone primerazo. I could go with what to some might seem defects, for me are elements of my personality and that makes me unique and different, and partly I'm glad, but not quite.

Some psychologist might say .. ! We ... but you are glad that you are and as you are - That's good, I would say no. It is very difficult to have something saved and is the smallest bullshit like my ex boyfriend has a boyfriend, and I can not tell my mom or my colleague from the university I feel, as we still do not consider it relevant to tell the whole world (especially my family) I'm gay.

Thus keeping things going, because it hurt more inside I prefer to tell this secret to anyone. And although it admitted that there are periods in which I would like everyone to know what I'm queer, then rest and go into my slumber of passivity and sadness.

I can say, fortunately for me, these days that I have reserved for me, I'm getting to know better, I'm learning to value myself as I am, and think and think better in that he wanted to be.

Today I start a new semester of academic activities, I propose that in addition to obtaining results equal to or higher than the previous semester, a better person. To see if this way I can understand and maintain what being queer is not equal to other gays.