The tits’ weight

Tits: All my life I’ve been having issues with my tits. I always considered them without a sight, without destination, trying to adjust to a body that has bigger arms than the body itself. I’ve been filled with jealousy as I watched all the girls who got them abundant, proud, always facing straight, always facing... Continue Reading →

Because I don’t know how to pray

I’m not a professional mom. I’m very embarrassed to confess this, but I’m jealous of the ladies who have been improving on this job over many years. All their time has been dedicated to their kids. I give all the recognition to them. I mean it. The problem is due to my selfishness. Yes, I’m... Continue Reading →

Por quê?

  Há um bom tempo atrás, eu estava conversando com amigos sobre um curta (Da Janela do meu quarto) feito por outro amigo, o cineasta Cao Guimarães.  Todo mundo estava dando seu ponto de vista num jeito bem acadêmico: o ângulo, os elementos, a menina/o menino personalizando os papéis do mulher e do homem na... Continue Reading →

Finding Meaning

A long time ago, I was speaking with friends about this short video (“From the window of my room”) made by another friend, the Brazilian filmmaker Cao Guimarães.  Everyone was giving their point of view in a very academic way: the angle, the elements, the girl/boy personalizing women/men roles in society, the horse opening the scene... Continue Reading →

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