más de mil veces en el futuro

el que sin existir en el presente

lo infecta todo con espacio negativo

y tus pocas ganas de ser. solo estas.

Quizá aún no naces en el pasado,

sólo un mal lunes lo sabré.

No existas más, deja tus botas metálicas,

tus dos bofetadas y materializate.

O no.

The fact is that I couldn't understand how a gay man with such avantgarde visions, with such a contact with the pop-culture would ever opose to same-sex marriage.

The thing is that I was a bit naive maybe. I lacked context, I lacked history.

Karl Lagerfeld comes from a different time, one where the real gay movement wasn't about marriage rights, or adoption. Gay pride was not about merchandise and being a sellout to the patriarchal standards.

Gays were fighting to be respected, recognized and dignified, just how they were, feminine, drag queens, androgenous or massive bears, it didn't matter, they were fighting for true diversity. The right to be different, having at least minimum civil protection in a world of struggle where they were fighting aginst ancient paradigms of gender, sexuality and spirituality.

That is I think, a true fight for freedom.

How's that any different from wanting marriage?

Well marriage, like many conservatives protest, has a religious background (the real roots are economic, but I'm not making distinction between both right now). Anyway, marriage is an institution based on patriarchal precepts, based on the ownership of the feminine side so a man and a woman can coexist, him providing, her supporting.

The grounds in which marriage is built upon are those of sexism and inequity. And more than anything, the establishment of inflexible gender roles, stone written expectations of masculinity and feminity.

So, for homosexual people to want this, you have to understand that in the eyes of history, is a great betrayl. Conservatives don't realize that from this perspective, it is their victory. A diverse crowd that once fought for being recognized as different and respected, now craves to belong to the club of patriarchy. The movement seeks validation of the social system to be good enough to have a right to enter such rituals.

And the conservative just won't share this club of theirs.

So, yes, I understand why would Lagerfeld would opose gay marriage. It is not only a betrayl of sorts to the right of being different, it is the death of a counter-culture movement, the death of the romantic freedom that was once fought for in the streets. It's surrendering to the social standards and expectations, the same ones that cause the entire struggle.


(This is of course an ideological issue and an ideological stand point, which a truly believe. But being practical I also believe that the modern world reconstructs meanings, and so marriage is more that validation to some, and so it should be a granted right.)

Usa mi llave cuando tengas frío,
cuando te deje el cierzo en la estacada,
hazle un corte de mangas al hastío,
ven a verme si estás desencontrada.

No tengo para darte más que huesos
por un tubo y un salmo estilo Apeles
y páginas anémicas de besos
y un cubo de basura con papeles.

Ni me siento culpable de tu lejos,
ni dejo de fruncir los entrecejos
que usurpan de tus ojos la alegría,
si quieres enemigos ya los tienes,
pero si socios buscas ¿cuándo vienes
a repartir conmigo la poesía?

And as I proceeded to make a note, I found it difficult to describe you. Beautiful? You're not beautiful, a spring's flower is beautiful, it makes me smile and feel warm in the chest. But you, love, you shorten my breath, make a cosmic explosion of happy thoughts in my head and spin my soul with your sole gaze.

But which words if not?

Gorgeous? Breath taking? Wonderful? Fantastic?

They were all words that described the ocean, a parisian night, colorful art, love poems, the deep woods. These words have meaning, but they are used for nice things that make me happy, but they cannot compare to you. It would seem words to describe beauty have become rather common . And love, you're everything but common.

I see you, I feel you, I touch you and I want to climb to the moon and reflect it upon you so everyone could look at you in all your courage, your freedom and grace. Then all the nonesense in the world would finally stop, I'm sure now.

But maybe I'm too selfish my love, because I wouldn't share you. And maybe that''s the end of me, of us, me wanting you so much, loving you too much. But darling, how could anyone not?