SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS. A show that’s never fucked logic so hard.
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E quanto costano…
i tuoi amici che si contano sui petali di quei fiori che quando soffi si disfano
gli aerei per Palermo fermi a prendere freddo
i dieci grammi nel tuo reggiseno, i pescherecci che non tornano,
quei lunghi mesi immobili
i santi, i raccoglitori di pomodori, le bombe al fosforo
quei momenti che respiravamo forte come se stessimo correndo, come per commemorare i tuoi capelli lunghissimi
i lavori irregolari, i militiari iraniani, i tramonti che hanno dei colori chimici
i detenuti morti, i venti forti dei deserti libici, i venti che incendiano i campi nomadi, le meteoriti,
le navi ferme immobili tra l’Italia, Malta e la Libia
i primi fari antinebbia, le nostre ultime bufere violente,
le guardie notturne che vanno a dormire
non c’è niente da capire, non c’è niente da capire
Although I am grateful for the legislation that has made me “equal” in the eyes of the law, you cannot legislate away people’s disgust or ignorance. You can’t remove the stinging intolerance and slurs of homophobic audience members’ words in my ears. For any minority, this seems to come with the territory. What helps me hold my head above water is the understanding that I am legally equal in the eyes of my country. I pay taxes, I obey the law, and I respect my place in the community and strive to be successful in it. I want to be inspiring, a role model. I am fueled by the idea that my life as a message dismantles the public’s image of gay people as sexual deviants, as less than, as being abnormal.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.”
(Catherine Earnshaw)
