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Taking pride over all ... 28junio

"On the morning of June 28 of 1969 , the local police raided a gay indiscriminate raid on Stonewall Inn bar. The resistance to being arrested, sparked a battle that lasted several days, causing casualties on both sides.
It makes it certain that the mood of those present after the conclusion of the multitudinous funeral of Judy Garland , an icon for the U.S. gay community, was what led them to resist rather than submit peacefully as before.
From this date, all June 28 is celebrated around the world Gay Pride Day , in commemoration of the day a group of people stood against discrimination.
Legend has it that when the police burst into the bar sounded in tribute to the deceased artist, his interpretation de "Over the rainbow", que ya entonces era un "himno gay", pues habla de un lugar "más allá del arco iris" donde los problemas desaparecen y los sueños se convierten en realidad.”

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¿Cuantos se han parado a averiguar el porque de esa fecha? ¿ cuantos otros han criticado el desfile teatral y vergonzoso de la comunidad gay y transexual?

A todos estos… ¿salimos con pancartas, reivindicadores radicales por lo q consideramos son nuestros derechos (que lo son) ? ¿insultamos, faltamos el respeto, amenazamos? therefore not masters, we joyfully and paraphernalia, forgetting the daily scorn, scornful glances, comments behind us, the fear of rejection. Am I?
many times I heard "because they presume to be gay if I do not profess to be straight" since very simple, I'll explain here, have you been with your girlfriend quietly down the street holding hands? Have you given him a kiss on the cheek without looking around? You talk about your girlfriend as such or as a friend, would you have called or pussy fucking maricon and you're out running? Do you ever have a beating for not following canons of manhood? To me if ...

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One day, I would deny it anymore myself or my boyfriend, and so I did.

I am very proud of who I am and what I q, I show it every day and I brag about how my mother brought me into this world.

To all those q and are not and can not live this pseudolibertad, to hide even q, the q suffering, the victims will die tomorrow q beaten up by his sexual orientation, gays have not yet q born:

Somewhere, over the rainbow Way up high

There's a land That

I dreamed of Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere, over the rainbow Skies Are Blue

and the dreams That you

dare to dream Really do come true

(Somewhere over the rainbow, way up on top there is a land that I dreamed of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and all the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.)

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I've always said I like singing because it helps me say what I think, what I feel, singing songs that I do not express q as saying. Long ago passed into oblivion and let my wounds, trying not to keep me bad feelings or resentment, be positive, to look with joy and enjoy those ...

Your memory follows here, as a downpour Ay

hits me hard, but simmer Ay

burns and wets the same, And I do not know what to think

If you remember me makes me good or bad

Those are no longer such if q ... I agree, I think over and over again Why? And little by little, listening, I'll know, I knew I did wrong, that I missed ... and finally I am aware, this helps me face life with enthusiasm, knowing these errors q the q To solve before it's too late .

A gray kiss, kiss white all depends on location,

I left, that's clear, but your memory does not go

feel your lips on summer nights,

They are there, watching me in my solitude

But sometimes I want to kill

not only think of one person, which I like, could be a friendship, but it is difficult to leave behind so many grudges and misunderstandings, so many quarrels, I think not only him, but in all those friends of the q stop procrastination know, for my poor head, not knowing how to stop my impulses.

Your memory follows here, as a downpour Ay

hits me hard, but simmer Ay

burns and wets the same, And I do not know what to think

If your remember me makes me good or bad.

sometimes gray, sometimes white all depends on location,

That you left, that is gone I know I have to forget

But I put a all my holy candle

There it is, to think more about me, Do not stop thinking about me

Think of me,

I felt your heart and poison

you do well, burning and wet, that comes and goes

where are you?

Caught between the verses and the farewell

often think, What will become of them? It saddens me to have lost them from view, letting them go, other times I q is better so, not all people are destined to feel comfortable with those around us, but not always think I can avoid ever be able to know about them?

Your memory follows here, as a downpour May

hits me hard, and falls so strong that even skin burns me up

burns and wets the same, And I do not know what I think If your memory does me good or harms me Your memory follows here, hits me hard, but it breaks, breaks, heart burns and wets the same, I know I have to forget if you remember me toward good or evil to me

A YOU ARE the q beside me, THANK YOU for all you've learned a lot, good and bad, and that made me grow as a person, who, with regret, I have to say q are gone, THANK YOU, for having spent for my life, for you are now I was mistaken in