Hidden prejudice: what we don’t see (until someone talks too much)

I live with two friends, one girl and one boy. Before them, I had other three roommates, the last of whom became one of my greatest friends – not only mine, but also of my current roommates. She now lives in a city far, far away, but comes here often to visit us.

Last week, she travelled eleven hours by bus to make one of those visits. She came here, spent three days looking for tickets for her soccer team’s finals, paid a hell lot of money for them and had a great time with the guys. I was on a trip, but also maddly anxious to get home and join the party.

While travelling, I met some of my old (and best) friends. One of them also happens to be what you could call ‘love of my life’ (I don’t really like this expression, but people often use it to refer to us). He and I had a little talk and things turned a bit messy.

Well, it’s a very long story (ten years, actually; yes, we were young when it started), and I won’t get in much detail, but all you need to know is that we had a lot of trouble all this time and never really got to stay together. There were so many people trying to bring us together that it turned out to be a bad thing.

After years now, he’s trying to get closer again. I thought I was imune, that I didn’t feel anything about him anymore. You know, time passes by and things change. But I was wrong. And I was quite surprised and moved.

Anyway, I was already leaving with my lugagge when everything happened, so off course I spent the whole way back thinking about it. Nine hours. Without sleep. So I get home, go straight to bed and when I wake up a bit better, I still need to talk about this to someone. My visitor, who’s a psychology student, seems like a good option.

So I start telling her everything and she doesn’t seem much impressed. Ok, nothing wrong about that. It’s actually the way she reacts often, so I don’t really care. We go on talking stuff, until I joke about what his ex-girlfriends and I have in common: we’re all bisexual folks; they all left him for girls.

Now she seems perplexed. She looks at us (my roommies were also participating) and says: “My…! Is he really that bad?!“

Needless to say I was shocked. At that moment, I didn’t even know how to react. She’s a psychology graduate. She’s one of the most liberated people I know. She revolted against her family for many, many stuff. Out of everybody, she was the last one I would expect that from. Again, I was shocked.

But it was good. It served to remind me that no one is free of having prejudice against something. There’s no Super Woman/Man.

Still, besides my love for her, the offense will get on for a while. Lesbianism/bisexualism is not the result of someone’s disappointment – it may well be in some cases, but definetely not what defines it.

I’m still waiting for an opportunity where I can make things clear, but I hope that was just an misunderstanding. I hope she doesn’t really think that way. More than everything, though, I hope from now on I will think twice about what I’m gonna say.

Ciao mondo!

Hello, everyone.

First post, some things to say about the goal of this blog.

I’m starting it because I have all these things I think about all the time and can’t express freely. Well, yeah, I could, but sometimes I just don’t find the right people to it. You know the feeling?

Anyway, the only way I can somehow go through these ideas and organize them is writing about them. These things will probably be a great mess. I don’t have a specific issue I’m gonna talk about. I want to keep my mind (and my writing) as free as possible.

Also, I’ll be often writing in Portuguese.