Azi, e ziua de na\u015ftere a celui mai bun prieten al meu din copil\u0103rie. <\/p>\n
Gabi era un b\u0103ie\u0163el frumos \u015fi suav, cu ochi mari, alba\u015ftri-verzi, \u015fi o timiditate exagerat\u0103, care \u00eel f\u0103cea s\u0103 fie perpetuu h\u0103r\u0163uit \u015fi agasat de restul b\u0103ie\u0163eilor, mul\u0163i incomparabil mai ur\u00e2\u0163i \u015fi mai pro\u015fti dec\u00e2t el. Avea o fine\u0163e \u00eenn\u0103scut\u0103, care \u00eel \u00eempiedica s\u0103-i trimit\u0103 \u00een vagin de mam\u0103. Lua personal jignirile lor, pl\u00e2ngea \u015fi se \u00eenchidea \u00een sine.
\n\u00cenc\u0103 de la gr\u0103dini\u0163\u0103 am fost genul de copil care \u00eei m\u0103soar\u0103 pe al\u0163ii cu c\u00e2ntar propriu, drept care am decis c\u0103 b\u0103ie\u0163elul \u0103sta e asuprit pe nedrept \u015fi m-am dus la el s\u0103 ne \u00eemprietenim. Apropiere pe care a acceptat-o cu o recuno\u015ftin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi o d\u0103ruire care mi-au topit de atunci locul \u00eentunecat \u015fi sumbru unde oamenii normali au inima.
\nDup\u0103 mine, au venit \u015fi celelalte feti\u0163e din vecin\u0103tate, \u015fi \u00een cel mai scurt timp, Gabi a devenit b\u0103ie\u0163elul din ga\u015fca de feti\u0163e. Dar, \u00eentr-un fel sau altul, noi eram cu totul speciali \u00een prietenia noastr\u0103. Ne f\u0103ceam temele \u00eempreun\u0103, ne duceam la film \u00eempreun\u0103, uneori m\u0103 chema s\u0103 m\u00e2nc\u0103m \u00eempreun\u0103, mergeam \u00een vacan\u0163\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103, plecam prin p\u0103durile din jurul or\u0103\u015felului nostru de munte \u00eempreun\u0103, ne uitam la filme porno \u00eempreun\u0103 \u015fi aberam despre ce vedete de cinema o s\u0103 fim c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 fim mari \u00eempreun\u0103.
\nPentru restul lumii, p\u0103ream o poveste de dragoste perfect\u0103. Realitatea era c\u0103 prietenia noastr\u0103 nu avea absolut nimic romantic. Dimpotriv\u0103, avea relaxarea \u015fi naturale\u0163ea pe care \u0163i-o d\u0103dea absen\u0163a absolut\u0103 a oric\u0103rui interes romantic.
\nGabi era gay. <\/p>\n
\u00cenc\u0103 nu \u015ftia asta c\u00e2nd ne-am \u00eemprietenit, pentru c\u0103 la cinci ani nu \u015ftii nimic despre ce urmeaz\u0103 s\u0103 devii sexual vorbind. Nici eu nu puteam pune \u00een cuvinte ce anume \u00eemi d\u0103 libertatea incredibil\u0103 de a fi oricine \u015fi oricum \u00een prietenia cu b\u0103iatul \u0103sta, f\u0103r\u0103 ca nimic din el s\u0103 \u00eencerce s\u0103 m\u0103 pun\u0103 “la locul meu”. Pur \u015fi simplu, lui \u00eei pl\u0103cea c\u0103 eram natural \u00eencrez\u0103toare \u00een mine \u015fi puternic\u0103 – iar asta m\u0103 f\u0103cea s\u0103 fiu \u015fi mai \u00eencrez\u0103toare \u00een mine, \u015fi mai puternic\u0103 – iar mie \u00eemi pl\u0103cea lipsa absolut\u0103 a oric\u0103rei forme de stres. Pentru c\u0103 nu exist\u0103 stres mai persistent \u015fi mai dezagreabil dec\u00e2t un b\u0103rbat care \u015fi-a propus s\u0103 te are \u015fi de care nu-\u0163i place. <\/p>\n
“Voi doi sigur o s\u0103 v\u0103 c\u0103s\u0103tori\u0163i \u015fi o s\u0103 face\u0163i copii.”
\n“Care pula calului e problema voastr\u0103, oameni buni? Nu \u00een\u0163elege\u0163i conceptul de prietenie?” <\/p>\n
\u0102sta a fost refrenul pe toat\u0103 durata copil\u0103riei noastre.
\nLumea d\u0103dea atot\u015ftiutor din cap, \u0103h\u0103, las’ c\u0103 \u015ftim noi, iar noi ne vedeam de citit, muzic\u0103, filme, cultur\u0103 pop. Era cam praf peisajul cultural al anilor 90, dar recuperam din reviste Bravo \u015fi Popcorn vechi, aduse de anticari.
\nAmorul era cam pe ultimul loc \u00een lista noastr\u0103. Noi voiam s\u0103 cunoa\u015ftem lucruri \u015fi s\u0103 cre\u0103m. <\/p>\n
Apoi a urmat pubertatea, iar Gabi a \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi analizeze b\u0103ie\u0163i. Eu am intrat \u00een pubertate ceva mai t\u00e2rziu, \u00eenc\u0103 eram la faza de “dar d\u0103-i \u00een pula mea de pro\u015fti”, asta pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 “de ce te intereseaz\u0103 at\u00e2t de tare?” Remarcam cum trece c\u00e2te un mascul bine f\u0103cut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi, iar ochii lui Gabi devin brusc becule\u0163e, \u015fi nu \u00een\u0163elegeam. Nu \u00een\u0163elegea nici el.
\nApoi a \u00een\u0163eles. Tot \u00eentr-un Bravo vechi a citit un articol despre homosexualitate \u015fi s-a edificat. “Cred c\u0103 sunt homosexual”. <\/p>\n
Eu nu am avut retoric\u0103 anti-gay \u00een familie, poate pentru c\u0103 ai mei habar n-avuseser\u0103 c\u0103 exist\u0103 \u015fi persoane atrase de acela\u015fi sex, drept care am dat din umeri total relaxat\u0103. “Se mai \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103”. <\/p>\n
Problema a \u00eenceput s\u0103 apar\u0103 abia c\u00e2nd a \u00eenceput s\u0103 aib\u0103 tentative de rela\u0163ii cu b\u0103ie\u0163i. Mereu defilam \u00een trei. Pentru oamenii normali, eram un cuplu \u015fi cel mai bun prieten al lor. Noi \u015ftiam c\u0103 suntem de fapt un cuplu \u015fi cea mai bun\u0103 prieten\u0103 a lor. M\u0103 bucuram c\u0103-l pot proteja pe prietenul meu cel mai bun. Sim\u0163eam c\u0103 nu merit\u0103 opriobriul social. C\u0103 e persoana sincer\u0103, tandr\u0103, demn\u0103 de iubire, care mi-a oferit sus\u0163inere \u015fi prietenie autentic\u0103 pe tot parcursul copil\u0103riei mele, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eencerce m\u0103car o secund\u0103 s\u0103 abuzeze de asta.
\nDe aceea am \u015fi acum standarde foarte \u00eenalte, legate de prietenie. A avut cine s\u0103 mi le inspire. <\/p>\n
Apoi, vie\u0163ile ne-au dus pe traiectorii diferite. Eu am intrat la actorie la Bucure\u015fti, el la geografie la Cluj, \u015fi nu mai \u015ftiu cum, s-a mutat \u00een Suedia. O \u0163ar\u0103 luminat\u0103, tolerant\u0103, unde nu avea s\u0103-l mai h\u0103r\u0163uiasc\u0103 nimeni pe motive de orientare sexual\u0103.
\nIar eu am avut al\u0163i, \u015fi al\u0163i, \u015fi al\u0163i prieteni gay. M-au inspirat, m-au hr\u0103nit, nu de pu\u0163ine ori la propriu, mi-au oferit sprijin moral \u015fi ocazional material, m-au promovat, mi-au dat \u00eencredere atunci c\u00e2nd mi-a lipsit. \u015ei reciproc.
\nPot afirma c\u0103, pe tot parcursul vie\u0163ii mele, cele mai valoroase influen\u0163e masculine au venit din partea unor gay. Iar dac\u0103 nu ar fi existat Gabi, orizontul meu ar fi fost mai meschin \u015fi mai s\u0103rac. <\/p>\n
La mul\u0163i ani, Gabi! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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