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I Evere a spray ...

hanging up the previous post, I wish I could go scirivere the doors of the Vatican, to scream my real!

There is no denying the reality of many of us, with absurd statements such as the Church's positions.
I was created by God GAY, I had to make a shield against the world, I had to fight with myself to accept the be ... and now there's four queens dressed in black with purple borders, saying that I do not exist, that the relationship with my love is not legal, is not acceptable, it is not conceivable. But all those who
nascomndono in the sacristy and monasteries and fucking with altar boys, but they are protected their robes, are protected and revered by a whole host of politicians who kiss the ring.

cresolate are in a Catholic culture, I studied in a college of priests, but I've seen too many to accept the Catholic position.

the nation to which I belong, Parliament voted that I do not represent me, I protect and I do not recognize.
You can not talk about gays, who are indignant all!
But we exist and we are everywhere.
The term "gay lobby", but where is this lobby?
We are treated like Jews in Nazi times.
If they could put us at the stake ... but only those who expose themselves, only with the disturb them qelli presence. The others, those who hide, those who beat their breasts, those who show "the language of the priest from the Host" , those who have wives and children and go to fuck with the trans on the ring road ... those are the acquittal of the curiae have beneplacido and that crow that the embalmed heads.

are definitely too angry! Perhaps
strap, as is my usual, but the reality is, we want to cancel
church!
Well, I have no intention of being canceled! Neither I nor my pair.
Cicitto and I have the right to exist because what unites us is true love! And no one can deny this fact!

In the meantime, it is better to close. I greet you and hug. You, Sal.

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Le emozioni non finiscono mai...


Sometimes it takes time ...

It 'a long time since I write. Do not reuse
longer find the time or inclination to write ...
Thinking ... Talking ... Communicate in other ways ...

But more often then I was with a pen in hand and the desire to leave a mark ...

But as a sign can be so strong?!
I wonder what they can prove that the graffiti on the walls of the night sbizzariscono beautiful homes Boghes than grabbing the rights of others, those who daily steal or cheat or rape and then return to their their bourgeois houses, neat and pints, embracing their luxurious wives and their daughters having sex with the caretaker or give pocket money to their children who steal in class or send on You Tube images from their mobile phones to luxury. ..
Meanwhile, someone in the street without a trace on their wall: a signature, a phrase, a drawing, a gesture of freedom ...

course if it came out of the house and find a scribble on the wall, I get angry, but if it were a piece of art ... But we jump


stake in bush, as is my habit ...
flew three months of work and lots of LOVE.
Cicitto and I are always together. We celebrated, March 22, our fourth anniversary. It seems only yesterday that I climbed and descended the stairs, cheering as if we had won the World Cup, reading the message which said: "Every encounter enriches and teaches me something. We are deeply grateful. We feel more calm. TVTTTB"
That message was like opening a door that had been closed for centuries, had opened the heart, which yearned to take breath.

In four years, we have built a couple, family, friends and relatives, with invitations to dinner and parties for children ...
We have become visible, even preponderarnti in the lives of those who know us.
are one! and we will be up to old age!


I did not tell, for word for word, what we experienced in these three months, maybe because I did not want to do a diary sterile peddisequo a story ... I wanted to live ...
And now I had the desire to share this with you.
no reports from the accountant, but emotions ...

In the meantime, I greet you and embrace you. You, Sal.