By right Kavafis from one page to another on the Internet and showing that the important thing in itself is to travel, while I was in that exercise that you know where to start and where you are going to end, I came to the trailer of a short film. I still didn't know shorts could have trailers. I saw it little quantitatively, but in general, a large part of it allowed me to infer that the film had problems interpreting an actor. The protagonist has to be gay in a movie, but he is heterogeneous, which gives him fears and insecurities. He meets to test with the other participant in the sexual scene who will have to roll. The trailer doesn't release the knot, but it doesn't seem too hard to guess among the few options out there.

Instead of insisting on that, who knows why, I started trying to figure out if the same protagonist in the short, Danny Lopes, is gay.

If fiction does not lose its respectable name, I at least like the place that tarnishes it. At least I said that excuse, projecting in my head the making of, the story of a real gay actor who must represent the role of a fictional, hetero actor, who will represent the role of gay actor.

As long as it's a movie inside the movies, the sexuality of the actor can change the way you watch the movie. Out of here? Much has been said that in filming the amazing and successful novel 50 Shades of Grey the author did not accept the choice of Matt Bomer, although he was favorite of the fans, as Bomer was recognized as gay by the belief or loss of credibility of the story; so I have been told by those who have read the novel, let's say, although in the most literary ones there is no concern of that. They say that the fanes of the book are enraged. In the end the role has been carried by another, a heterosexual who represented the role of Gay in the folk series Queer as. The opposite direction seems even more annoying.

I recently found myself involved in one of the stupid roles I mentioned earlier and remembered the previous one. I was looking at apartments for rent with a friend and on the third of the day, instead of having a flat, we got the attention of an agency employee. A young man. We cannot deny that the situation is more relaxed. Supposedly. Because I immediately realized that, although we can think that we are on an equal footing with the working person, at that moment who has money also has power and imposes his vision, and also reflects equality.

In that quiet and friendly environment, I taught the toilet and, seeing how small it was, I started to recompose the anecdote of the floor I had seen before, because my colleague had not heard it. The owner almost warned me quietly that the shower was right for two people. My friend (the boy) laughed at what I had told him, because we are not a partner at all, representing the scene. The agency kid joined our laughs. The misunderstanding was planted and the error grew. I guess we were both a Marica. It seemed as if at any time we were talking badly about gays. My friend had fun the scene and didn't interrupt it. For a second, I imagined, under laughter, the repugnance I felt for our purported homophobia. What made me feel when I changed roles, when I saw the other, helpless, compelled to interpret our role, which is not mine, I don't know how to describe it.
Of course, we haven't taken that weight. In the shower there was no room for both.