Σεξουαλικότητα, κοινωνικό φύλο και άλλα πολλά

Le sang d’un poète

Le sang d’un poète, Jean Cocteau (1930)


Exceptional people: Susan Sontag

“However, AIDS and Its Metaphors did have one transforming, coincidental effect on Susan’s own life. During publicity sessions for the book in 1988, Susan was photographed by Annie Leibovitz. It was the first time they had met, and they also went out to dinner together, where Leibovitz asked Sontag among other things The Benefactor. Leibovitz was 39, Sontag 55. It was the beginning of a passionate relationship between photographer and subject which would continue, on and off, for the next sixteen years. This was longer than Sontag spent with Philip, with Irene, with Nicole, with Joseph. The relationship with Annie, much as david called it an “on-again, off-again” affair would become the longest-running love of Sontag’s life, which over the next few years began to have more fulfillment”

Susan Sontag (2014), Jerome Boyd Maunsell

May Roosevelt – Ντίνος Χριστιανόπουλος

Oskar Kokoschka

Ο πίνακας του Kokoschka “Διπλό πορτρέτο του Carl Georg Heise και του Hans Mardersteig ” χρονολογείται από το 1919. Απεικονίζει τον Hans Mardersteig (1892-1977) και τον Carl Georg Heise (1890-1979) οι οποίοι είχαν δεσμό. Αρχικά η ιδέα ήταν οι πίνακες να είναι ενωμένοι με μεντεσέ όπως τα μεσαιωνικά δίπτυχα που απεικόνιζαν παντρεμένα ζευγάρια. Εν τέλει, σύμφωνα με την επιθυμία των ιδίων, οι πίνακες τοποθετήθηκαν δίπλα-δίπλα. Έτσι έδιδαν την εντύπωση του συνηθισμέντου τρόπου απεικόνισης μιας φιλίας στο γερμανικό ρομαντισμό.

I am a homosexual, Mum


Binyavanga Wainaina

(A lost chapter from One Day I Will Write About This Place)

11 July, 2000.

This is not the right version of events.

Hey mum. I was putting my head on her shoulder, that last afternoon before she died. She was lying on her hospital bed. Kenyatta. Intensive Care. Critical Care. There. Because this time I will not be away in South Africa, fucking things up in that chaotic way of mine. I will arrive on time, and be there when she dies. My heart arrives on time. I am holding my dying mother’s hand. I am lifting her hand. Her hand will be swollen with diabetes. Her organs are failing. Hey mum. Ooooh. My mind sighs. My heart! I am whispering in her ear. She is awake, listening, soft calm loving, with my head right inside in her breathspace. She is so big – my mother, in this world, near the next world, each breath slow, but steady, as it should be. Inhale. She can carry everything. I will whisper, louder, in my minds-breath. To hers. She will listen, even if she doesn’t hear. Can she?

Mum. I will say. Muum? I will say. It grooves so easy, a breath, a noise out of my mouth, mixed up with her breath, and she exhales. My heart gasps sharp and now my mind screams, sharp, so so hurt so so angry.

“I have never thrown my heart at you mum. You have never asked me to.”

Only my mind says. This. Not my mouth. But surely the jerk of my breath and heart, there next to hers, has been registered? Is she letting me in?

Nobody, nobody, ever in my life has heard this. Never, mum. I did not trust you, mum. And. I. Pulled air hard and balled it down into my navel, and let it out slow and firm, clean and without bumps out of my mouth, loud and clear over a shoulder, into her ear.

“I am a homosexual, mum.” Continue here


On not taking dressing too seriously

Exceptional people: human rights workers in Nigeria


Olumide Makanjuola, a Nigerian LGBT rights worker
Monica Mark, The Observer,  18 January 2014


The party had just started when the gunshot pierced the music. Instantly the men scattered, knowing what it meant: a police raid.

They had gathered in a hotel in the northern Nigerian state of Bauchi, renting out almost a whole floor for a surprise birthday party. But in the minaret-dotted city, where sharia in theory requires gay men to be stoned to death, such stolen moments are fraught. Someone had tipped off the Hisbah – the religious police.

As officials stormed in on that night in 2007, John (not his real name) felt numb with fear. He ran to a room, switched off the lights and crawled under the bed. “They checked room by room. They opened the door and flashed a flashlight, but they thought it was empty.” They arrested 18 others.

A week later, John went to Friday prayers at the mosque. He prayed for 18 of his friends who faced sodomy charges in a sharia court. He prayed for their lawyer, who was forced to sneak into the first hearing via a side door as a mob threatened to stone him for defending “gay marriage”. He prayed for strength to do what he had decided to do next.

“That incident really gave us the courage to start doing something.  Continue here.

Ben Cohen


François Ozon

Exceptional people: Αλέκος Μοδινός

Αλέκος Μοδινός, γιατί θέλει αρετήν και τόλμην η ελευθερία

Με τη Ρένα Χόπλαρου, Πολίτης, 16 Δεκεμβρίου 2013 
Τη Δευτέρα στις 6 μ.μ. στην Πύλη Αμμοχώστου, ο Αλέκος Μοδινός θα τιμηθεί για τη μακρόχρονη δράση και την προσφορά του στην προστασία και προαγωγή των Ανθρωπίνων Δικαιωμάτων στην Κύπρο και την Ευρώπη. Ιδιαίτερα για τη μαχητικότητά του στη διασφάλιση των Ανθρωπίνων Δικαιωμάτων των ΛΟΑΤ (Λεσβιών, Ομοφυλόφιλων, Αμφισεξουαλικών, Τρανς) προσώπων κατά τις τελευταίες έξι δεκαετίες.

Την εκδήλωση διοργανώνουν η Accept – ΛΟΑΤ Κύπρου, το Γραφείο Επιτρόπου Διοικήσεως και Ανθρωπίνων Δικαιωμάτων, το Γραφείο του Ευρωπαϊκού Κοινοβουλίου και η Αντιπροσωπεία της Ευρωπαϊκής Επιτροπής στην Κύπρο. Το 1993 ο Κύπριος αρχιτέκτονας Αλέξανδρος Μοδινός, ακτιβιστής για τα ομοφυλόφιλα δικαιώματα από το 1979, ιδρυτής και πρόεδρος του ΑΚΟΚ (Απελευθερωτικό Κίνημα Ομοφυλοφίλων Κύπρου) προσέφυγε στο ΕΔΑΔ (Ευρωπαϊκό Δικαστήριο Ανθρωπίνων Δικαιωμάτων) καταγγέλλοντας ότι το άρθρο 171 του κυπριακού ποινικού κώδικα παραβίαζε το δικαίωμά του στην αυτοδιάθεση της προσωπικής του ζωής. Παρόλη την καταδικαστική για την κυπριακή κυβέρνηση απόφαση του ΕΔΑΔ, το κυπριακό κοινοβούλιο αρνήθηκε την αποποινικοποίηση και μόνο με ορατό τον κίνδυνο να χάσει την υποψηφιότητά της για ένταξη στην ΕΕ αναγκάστηκε να συνθηκολογήσει και να αποποινικοποιήσει την ομοφυλοφιλία μεταξύ συναινούντων ενηλίκων σε ιδιωτικό χώρο. Συνέχεια εδώ


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