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John 2022-03-02 08:01:06
gays seeking freedom
Fuck, foreigners really like to be gay, especially the white people who advocated the freedom of being gay, and it's easy to change from straight to gay or bisexual. The male protagonist of this film went to a brothel to pick up girls and prostitutes at such a young age, but he grew up and became...
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Bobby 2022-03-02 08:01:06
'before night falls': a great epic gay movie
Cuban co-author Reinaldo Arenas, who died of AIDS,'s novel and his documentary film "before night falls" are full of tragic and splendid. After watching it, I was very emotional, this is a very profound and connotative film in the gay theme I have seen. The social, historical and psychological...
Fidel Castro
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Corrine 2022-03-02 08:01:06
Never stop, even if the high fever does not subside, even if the footsteps are heavy. Even if I am delirious, as long as I still believe that people must not live in a cage, then I will keep running away, running unswervingly, without compromise.
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Alec 2022-03-24 09:03:37
After I fell in love with an actor, I found that there are many stories about Cuba in his works, which I have never experienced before. That country is also a place with many stories, which makes ordinary people experience a lot. Excluding the eye-catching aspect of homosexuality, in the end, when the protagonist came to New York in the United States, but was still on the fringes of society as a stateless person, it made people feel unusually depressed and helpless.
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Reinaldo Arenas: As my mother smacked me, she cursed and yelled, "Maldito! Bad seed!" She shouted at the sky, "I want to get out of here." But I really wasn't sure that's what she wanted. But now standing over me she looked like a huge tree trunk. And if it didn't hurt so much, I'd get down on my knees, and ask her to smack me again, even harder. Then she became beautiful. How pretty she is in her skirt made out of a sack and the blouse she stole from her sister. I wanted to get up and beg her forgiveness. I wanted to say, "Mom, how pretty you are today. You look like one of those women that you can only see on Christmas cards," but I said nothing because of the knot in my throat.
