And so we did it again: the biggest Gay Parade in the world.

It's actually kind of funny to open the Sunday paper and, right after reading the previous sentence seeing the story of a policeman that couldn't get a job at the Federal Police because he wasn't "straight enough".

I've been going to São Paulo's GLBT Parade for three years now, and it's impressive how it is good for me. Being around more than two million people gathered to fight for what they believe in is one of the best feelings in the world. Every year I get to shout to the world: "yes, I'm gay. Yes, I'm proud of it, and nothing you can say or do will change that".

Brazil has still a long way to go -- the whole world does, actually. I congratulate those countries that allow gays to marry, and those who fight for it, everyday. Who knows? Maybe someday this dream will come true for me, too, and I won't have to move to the Netherlands or to Spain to be reconigzed as a couple before the government.

Even against all odds, I like to hope for the best.



(Thanks to discreetly for stealing the photo)

"To faggots, lezzies, dykes, cross dressers, too.
To me! To me! To me!
To you, and you, and you, you, and you.
To people living with, living with, living with,
Not dying from disease!
Let he among us, without sin, be the first to condemn...
La vie bohème!"