Oh, religious people are happier, that's a fact.

Ok, so what do I do, just, like, pick up the Bible and start reading it?

That'd be a start.

Yeah, but isn't there a bunch of crazy shit in there?

Like what?

Ali, I like girls.

What's that have to do with anything?

Well, doesn't it say that, like, gays should be put to death or something?

That was, like, 3,000 years ago.

What, so 3,000 years ago it was fine, like, to put gays to death?

Ok, look—you're talking about the Israelites. They were on the run, that was the main thing, alright? There wasn't time for any type of distractions.

So, being gay is a distraction?

If you're running from the Egyptian army, fuck yeah, it's a distraction. Ain't time for sex.

Yeah, but it specifically calls out gay sex.

They didn't want men fucking men, alright? They didn't say anything about women. But hold on, it kind of makes sense, though—because men had to focus back then, alright? The survival of the people was at stake.

Ok, so if two men were caught kissing, they just... [moves arm as a sword] killed them?

Oh, my God, what are you writing, a romance novel? It says men who lay with men. They're talking about butt sex. I don't know nothing about butt sex. But I do know that war ain't the time for butt sex. This was before the invention of soap, germ theory, antibiotics.


- Ali & Rue in Euphoria, S03E01
alexandre
a. melo

saiu da frente do sol

as sombras, contrariadas,
me devolveram
a recusa— 

única forma honesta 
de incorporação
Tenho a semente do infinito
E um tanto de cinismo
Para seguir vivendo.

André Setti
Achar-se,
o mais cruel desalinho

André Setti
Beyond the usual sense of alleviation
Seamus Heaney
look up and face the music
seamus heaney
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure   
your hands have known

- seamus heaney
Lie down
in the word-hoard, burrow   
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain

Seamus Heaney
inteiro
a. melo

lembro
separado

o problema
é quando junta
acendo um poema em outro poema
ana martins marques
as palavras revelam somente o que escondem
ana martins marques
sei poucas coisas esqueço rápido as coisas
que sei sei que esquecer é musical

ana martins marques
psycho logic
a. melo

your queer
trophy husband—
polished like an argument
no one dares to finish

yes, show him off,
his angles rehearsed,
his silence tailored
to fit the room

he wears himself well
like a verdict mistaken for choice
like desire that learned
to speak in etiquette

while he’s feeling suited
for this job—
this performance of being wanted
without ever wanting back

watch how he stands:
a monument to approval,
breathing carefully
so as not to disturb the frame

irony slips in
through the cuff of his sleeve:
he was never the prize,
only the evidence

and you—
curator of this living exhibit—
keep pointing

as if display
could save either of you
from the slow erosion
of being seen too clearly
Você tem esse rosto doce e tranquilo
que se
reconstrói quando sinto
vontade
de raspá-lo para sempre
das paredes
arcaicas da mente.

Alessio Brandolini 
Meu amor agora mora no silêncio.
Me disseram que ela virou memória.

- Evenildo em Emergência Radioativa, S01E06