growing up gay in a small town high up in the mountains in southeast brazil brought me experiences that my queer friends from the city didn’t have. when you’re from a place like that, you’re never just yourself. you’re “fátima’s son” or “dora’s grandson” and so on. the family tree hangs over you, casts its shadow. not because my family is not supportive, they are and i’m grateful for having them. but coming out is not private, it’s a very public event. it runs to every branch, it can affect the people you love. so you try to leave the closet to fit inside a drawer, then a box, then a tiny space between two books in the shelf - anywhere you might fit, even if it’s too small for you. doesn’t feel like freedom, feels like novelty for a sec before you realize the cage is even smaller. for me and for most, you have to leave to the city, where you can finally break free (ariana don’t) but you miss the trees and foggy mountains you could see from the tiny window on your tiny compartment. maybe someday we can have it all.
Bernard Gotelip (@ghostelip) - Collective Profile | Petrópolis, BR
supervisor de design at museu de arte do rio. did i make my mom proud already?
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Bernard Gotelip @ghostelip
did i make my mom proud already?
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Petrópolis, BR
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