Posts tagged: don't mind me
I have to trow almost all my books away again T__T. How do I accumulate so much books over a year.
Cambio y fuera Houston.
I’m heading to an interview that will decide whether I would start my dream professional curses this year or not … Wish me luck
Also hello to you all out there. Hope you are doing well ;)
I’m scared. And as I’m scare let me tell you a little story.
Once upon a time when I was a little kid I had this recurrent nightmare: I was laying in my bed, in the dark it was a regular night, I was looking to the ceiling. Then suddenly my jaws open, I was forced to follow the movement, the were wide open, I couldn’t close them even if I tried and I couldn’t move my arms either. My jaw were open so wide they hurt and eventually I started chocking with my own saliva. Then I woke up. This went on for like three years.
When I was a teenager, one day I felt. My knee didn’t broke, it only moved, slid in the wrong way, it was my first articular luxation. The doctor told me that my tendons are chewing-gum. But it’s ok, I hate sports anyway. Second luxation was a jaw luxation.
A strange thing. My inferior jaw slid into the wrong poition and I had my mouths wide open. I couldn’t close them and I had a hard time swallowing, I started chocking. And the dream hit me. I believe in premonitory dreams but I think this one was only my body having nightmares about how fucked up my tendons are. Our body is amazing really.
Hey people, probably you have notice how annoyingly emotional I’ve been lately and for those interested in gossips here is the reason. For the rest I promise they will still be iguanas.
It’s so tipically Italian it hurts. Still I like it.
Maybe is it’s only me and my randomness but the feminine of sinner is too sexy in romance languages. Roman languages: sexing the Catholicism for a life.
I think it’s the combination of the /k/ and the /t/ sound. And the R. Rs make everything sexier.
Funny thing about pecheresse. It’s French, when I was still learning it I as a kind and thought it meant two things: A female sinner and the quality of what is peach. As in the fruit. As in how much of a peach you have on you. IDK. Peaches are my favorite fruit. And a nice metaphor. Of boobs. And cheeks. And skin….
Ok I will hide know
So today I was talking with a friend about LGBT rights in Latin America and I remembered what I had already discuss with my girlfriend. It’s about society and ethnicity and LGBT rights.
I think that very often one of the many trials of being homosexual, or bisexual or trans among other and Latino is that then you finally come to terms with what you are. When you are ready to assume and to live it, then you seek a community and you find that this community often gives you a surprising message: To be who you are you have to stop being Latino.