gaypride day today in Naples. The usual festive and colorful movement of homosexuals in this country, in piazza per non nascondersi, per esporsi, per chiedere diritti e riconoscimento. Ripenso al mio gaypride 2008, a Roma, mano nella mano con Riccardo. Pur essendo eterosessuale quando posso mi unisco al gruppo, per far percepire loro il mio senso di vicinanza e per far capire a questo paese che non mi riconosco nella sua violenza, nella sua abituale prepotenza, nel suo voler indicare un modello esistenziale a cui tutti debbano, nolens volens, adattarsi. La loro legge diventa la mia legge, la loro morale diventa la mia morale, le loro scelte diventano le mie scelte. Alcuni anni fa noi poveri elettori di centro-sinistra ci eravamo illusi che anche per noi fosse arrivato il momento di goderci uno Zapatero nostrano. Grandi speranze, grandi illusioni, grande fiducia, the belief that soon we would have experienced a time of unprecedented "public happiness" that can give strength and pride to this country and to put into practice transformation programs capable of influencing, in a profound and perhaps permanent, the structure of this country. Transformation programs that would affect not only our politics but also our way of living and thinking, platonically convinced that the transformation of the spaces of the polis is impossible if not supported by a change of Weltanschauung and cultural perspective. I think the path of parliamentary law on de facto unions, on which so much has been talked about (and gossip) in previous years. Approve that law would be a clear signal a clear and unequivocal turn, a change of direction. Nothing, we did it. Responsibility for many, many of cowardice. But the worst is yet to come, at worst, there is no end. The worst part is the replacement, with the fall of the Prodi government and the victory of Berlusconi, the minister with his colleague Pollastrini Carfagna, who has never made a secret not to consider the issues of the rights of gay couples a priority of his ministerial line. I have not decided who I will vote for the next European elections. So do not talk to convince anyone, but only to record, once again, yet another right turn which confirms my belief in the deep distance between this country and many like me who, although living with great love, they begin to perceive a growing estrangement to his sub-culture, become internalized by many. I am often ashamed of being Italian, I often live elsewhere, often refuse my membership to a country without memory, without history, who made the arrogance, haughtiness and appearance of the figures of his being. Often I would like to change jobs because they are tired of hearing a poor Penelope in the work of a fine texture, as the values \u200b\u200bthat I try to convey to my kids, which regularly undo the fabric in this festival of standardization that depersonalized my boys, exhausted their intelligence and crippling their energies. So I learned that on May 14 the Ministry for Equal Opportunities has unveiled its new website. Well, you say, where's the news? The news is that, compared to the previous version, was deleted any reference to homophobia. Mara Carfagna has also decided to eliminate a commission for the LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) established by his predecessor. "It is not considered a priority: the justification of the ministry. Yes, it is not a priority. What does this army of fags? Thus, in this country, when dealing with the sensitive and central issue of discrimination, no word is spent for gays. No words for those who, every day, trying to build their emotional life against stereotypes and prejudices, so extreme in this poor country to reach the edge of violence. No words for those seeking to defend his personality, his intimate sexuality from the presumption of truth and many dall'insolenza, conceit and insolence that only hides a profound ignorance and unsettled. If it was not the Naples city gay pride, I took to the streets to whistle. But I'm home and I write ... and resume in the hands of the beloved books by David Leavitt. Maybe someone will put in a box and shipped them to the "beautiful Mara ... that does not even know who this" culattone " American, among others, has also written a book on my land, my beloved in Maremma promise that I will speak in the next post.
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