Alex R. Orué

Jun 02

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LGBTs Que lo Mejoraron: Harvey Milk
Originario de Nueva York en 1930, Milk fue un político y activista estadounidense que pasó a la historia por ser la primera persona abiertamente gay en ser elegido para un cargo público en los Estados Unidos como miembro de la Junta de Supervisores de San Francisco, en 1977.
Creció en Nueva York, donde asumió su homosexualidad en su adolescencia, antes de mudarse a San Francisco en 1972. Se asentó en la calle de Castro (conocida como la villa gay de la ciudad), en donde abrió la tienda de Castro Camera, donde después sería punto de reunión para sus rallies y campañas políticas.
Milk se sintió llamado a presentarse como candidato a supervisor de la ciudad de San Francisco en 1973, a pesar de haberse encontrado cierta resistencia en la comunidad gay en ese entonces. Considerado como agitador, tenía el carisma y la elocuencia en sus protestas para mover masas; era descarado, directo, animado y extravagante, ganando la atención de los medios de comunicación. En este año, Milk recibió una apreciable cantidad de votos, aunque no los suficientes para ser elegido. Hizo campaña de nuevo en las dos elecciones siguientes, apodándose a sí mismo como el “Alcalde de la calle Castro”. Los votantes fueron suficientes para permitirle presentarse también a la Asamblea Estatal de California. Aprovechándose de su creciente popularidad, dirigió el movimiento político gay en agresivas batallas contra las iniciativas anti-homosexuales (la más famosa siendo en contra de la cantante Anita Bryan).
Milk fue elegido supervisor en 1977, después de que San Francisco reorganizara su procedimiento electoral para elegir representantes por barrios en vez de realizar una única votación a nivel de la ciudad. Estuvo once meses en el puesto de supervisor municipal y fue responsable de la aprobación de una estricta ordenanza sobre los derechos de los gays en San Francisco.
El 27 de noviembre de 1978, Milk y el Alcalde de San Francisco, George Moscone, fueron asesinados por el ex-supervisor Dan White, veterano de la Guerra de Vietnam y político frustrado quien intentaba recuperar su cargo. Tras el asesinato de Milk, protestas silenciosas en San Francisco, Nueva York y Los Angeles fueron observadas. White fue declarado inocente, por un jurado de ascendencia irlandesa (blancos-católitocos-conservadores), de los asesinatos el 21 de mayo de 1979, pero culpable de homicidio sin premeditación de las dos víctimas y sentenciado a siete años y dos tercios. Con la sentencia reducida por buena conducta, sería liberado a los cinco años. 
Milk ha sido objeto de varios homenajes y honores post-mortem. La ciudad de San Francisco ha homenajeado a Milk dando su nombre a diversos lugares, como la plaza Harvey Milk, en el cruce de la calle Market y Castro; bajo la dirección de Gus Van Sant y el guión de Justin Lance-Black, escritor abiertamente gay quien ganara el Oscar por Mejor Guión Original, se produjo al película Milk, la cual ganó también el Oscar al Mejor Actor por la interpretación de Sean Penn de Harvey Milk; Milk fue incluido en los «100 héroes e íconos del siglo XX» de la revista Time como «un símbolo de lo que pueden conseguir los gays y los peligros a los que se enfrentan por hacerlo»; la revista The Advocate listó a Milk en la posición tres entre sus «40 héroes» del siglo XX; el Presidente de los Estados Unidos Barack Obama otorgó, a título póstumo, a Harvey Milk la Medalla Presidencial de la Libertad en 2009, por su contribución al movimiento de los derechos civiles de los homosexuales; también en 2009, el entonces Gobernador de California Arnold Schwarzenegger y Maria Shriver admitieron a Milk en el Salón de la Fama de California, en la exhibición permanente del Museo de California. 

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LGBTs Que lo Mejoraron: Harvey Milk

Originario de Nueva York en 1930, Milk fue un político y activista estadounidense que pasó a la historia por ser la primera persona abiertamente gay en ser elegido para un cargo público en los Estados Unidos como miembro de la Junta de Supervisores de San Francisco, en 1977.

Creció en Nueva York, donde asumió su homosexualidad en su adolescencia, antes de mudarse a San Francisco en 1972. Se asentó en la calle de Castro (conocida como la villa gay de la ciudad), en donde abrió la tienda de Castro Camera, donde después sería punto de reunión para sus rallies y campañas políticas.

Milk se sintió llamado a presentarse como candidato a supervisor de la ciudad de San Francisco en 1973, a pesar de haberse encontrado cierta resistencia en la comunidad gay en ese entonces. Considerado como agitador, tenía el carisma y la elocuencia en sus protestas para mover masas; era descarado, directo, animado y extravagante, ganando la atención de los medios de comunicación. En este año, Milk recibió una apreciable cantidad de votos, aunque no los suficientes para ser elegido. Hizo campaña de nuevo en las dos elecciones siguientes, apodándose a sí mismo como el “Alcalde de la calle Castro”. Los votantes fueron suficientes para permitirle presentarse también a la Asamblea Estatal de California. Aprovechándose de su creciente popularidad, dirigió el movimiento político gay en agresivas batallas contra las iniciativas anti-homosexuales (la más famosa siendo en contra de la cantante Anita Bryan).

Milk fue elegido supervisor en 1977, después de que San Francisco reorganizara su procedimiento electoral para elegir representantes por barrios en vez de realizar una única votación a nivel de la ciudad. Estuvo once meses en el puesto de supervisor municipal y fue responsable de la aprobación de una estricta ordenanza sobre los derechos de los gays en San Francisco.

El 27 de noviembre de 1978, Milk y el Alcalde de San Francisco, George Moscone, fueron asesinados por el ex-supervisor Dan White, veterano de la Guerra de Vietnam y político frustrado quien intentaba recuperar su cargo. Tras el asesinato de Milk, protestas silenciosas en San Francisco, Nueva York y Los Angeles fueron observadas. White fue declarado inocente, por un jurado de ascendencia irlandesa (blancos-católitocos-conservadores), de los asesinatos el 21 de mayo de 1979, pero culpable de homicidio sin premeditación de las dos víctimas y sentenciado a siete años y dos tercios. Con la sentencia reducida por buena conducta, sería liberado a los cinco años. 

Milk ha sido objeto de varios homenajes y honores post-mortem. La ciudad de San Francisco ha homenajeado a Milk dando su nombre a diversos lugares, como la plaza Harvey Milk, en el cruce de la calle Market y Castro; bajo la dirección de Gus Van Sant y el guión de Justin Lance-Black, escritor abiertamente gay quien ganara el Oscar por Mejor Guión Original, se produjo al película Milk, la cual ganó también el Oscar al Mejor Actor por la interpretación de Sean Penn de Harvey Milk; Milk fue incluido en los «100 héroes e íconos del siglo XX» de la revista Time como «un símbolo de lo que pueden conseguir los gays y los peligros a los que se enfrentan por hacerlo»; la revista The Advocate listó a Milk en la posición tres entre sus «40 héroes» del siglo XX; el Presidente de los Estados Unidos Barack Obama otorgó, a título póstumo, a Harvey Milk la Medalla Presidencial de la Libertad en 2009, por su contribución al movimiento de los derechos civiles de los homosexuales; también en 2009, el entonces Gobernador de California Arnold Schwarzenegger y Maria Shriver admitieron a Milk en el Salón de la Fama de California, en la exhibición permanente del Museo de California. 

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TIME Magazine Cover: Laverne Cox

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Marcha de la Diversidad Monterrey‼️🌈

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Marcha de la Diversidad Monterrey‼️🌈

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FYI: La Marcha del Orgullo Gay en la Ciudad de México es este próximo 28 de Junio.

FYI: La Marcha del Orgullo Gay en la Ciudad de México es este próximo 28 de Junio.

May 19

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Reblog this to congratulate Oregon on this amazing news! 

Yay!!!

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Reblog this to congratulate Oregon on this amazing news! 

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Alex Orué | Todo Mejora Monterrey -

Well, little over 3 years ago, I uploaded two videos for the It Gets Better Project, which was conceived by Dan Savage and his husband (then husband-In-Canada-boyfriend-In-America) Terry Miller after a wave of suicides committed by teens and kids who were LGBT or perceived as LGBT were bullied to death. The It Gets Better Project then became a world wide phenomena, having all kinds of people participating (from regular people like me to heads of State like President Barack Obama). 

Affiliates around the globe started to emerge and this past weekend, on May 17th, the Mexican affiliate was born. 

So, about my two videos, one was made in english and the other in spanish. The english one was the first one to ever been made outside the USA (I was living in Vancouver, Canada at the time). The one in spanish was the first ever made in another language. Both were featured on the Bestseller book of the It Gets Better Project.

So, now that the Mexican affiliate called Todo Mejora Monterrey (as its name suggests, it’s located in the northern city of Monterrey, in Nuevo Leon State, and managed by an organisation called COMAC, which provides assistance to people with HIV and other STDs) just launched, my spanish video is featured on its website and once again I get on the wagon of activism for the LGBT Community, but now in my own country, collaborating with this new affiliate among amazing activists, in one of hardest regions to live as an LGBT. Let’s see how much noise we can make here.

Take a momento to take the pledge on the It Gets Better Project website, and if you’re a Mexican citizen or an ex-pat living in Mexico, LGBT or LGBT-Ally, and you want to contribute with a video, click here.

A video can save lives. 

Thanks,

Alex Orue.

May 17

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Song Of The Day: Same Love by @macklemore & @RyanLewis feat. @marylambertsing -

#IDAHOT #LGBT

May 15

Got the best mum. (@indy_orue 🌈❤️)

Got the best mum. (@indy_orue 🌈❤️)

Mar 11

Gay Sex & DF


Brooklyn, Mexico City
By Alex Orue

Last weekend, a cousin of mine invited me out for drinks. He’s Saudi Arabian (a Muslim, that shops like a Jew and swears like a Catholic) and got married with a blood-related cousin almost two years ago, and like most Arabs (and like myself) he’s quite a loud mouth, so we got along just fine. This time, however, was the first we ever went out together, just the two of us. And Arab and a fag, what could possibly go wrong?

Fortunately, nothing went wrong. We went out to Brooklyn, a nice bar & restaurant in the south of Mexico City. As its name suggests, it is very New York. Great food, cool music, fabulous drinks and always crowded, it is almost certain you’ll end up hooking up with beautiful people. As for me, I was quite nervous to make some conversation up with this new relative of mine with whom I seemed to have not much in common. 

The truth is, I don’t get nervous very often, specially when meeting new people or when I’m the new guy at the office. I am very easy-going and I always seem to have a conversation opener. Sometimes I talk way too much, but with my new Arab cousin, it seemed that we had to avoid many topics, like religion, politics and sex. We started talking about funny experiences and about his new baby (he and my cousin just had a baby little over a month ago. He’s the cutest thing ever!). We had several beers before he went to the point he’d been trying to ask me about: “What’s it like to be gay?”. 

The bar started to get really crowded, thanks in part to a couple of girls that we’re celebrating their birthday and seemed to have invited half the city. As I started to answered, I had to almost scream my lungs out so he could hear, and of course right when I said “… guys know how to please other guys better” the music was turned down a bit and half of the joint hear me loud and clear. I knew this was a hot topic to talk about with him (that, and politics and religion, too, which we eventually ended up talking about, of course) given that he is an Arab and a Muslim. I’ve never pretended to be anything else that I am not in front of him, and he’s always known who I was right from the get-go, but we never really talked about it, why would we? We became real close but he’s never asked me about my dates or if I have a boyfriend… Until now. 

I tried my best to explain to him the Born This Way narrative, and the whole Even If I Tried I Can’t Change nature of my attraction to men, but instead of trying to refute any of my arguments, he kept asking questions. The pivotal point of the conversation was when he asked me if I ever wanted to have a family, kids. As of now, I feel like I wouldn’t do it, I’d rather have a partner with whom I can travel the world, but I wouldn’t say never to the idea of having kids, either. But then he went off. He didn’t like my answer.

With the gay thing, we didn’t say much. But when I said I wasn’t so sure that ever want to have kids, he couldn’t accept it. The discussion turned into a must-have-a-family thing, arguing that if you don’t, life as an elder man will be a lonely one, "who’s gonna take care of you once you reach 80?" 

He had a point. Usually, that’s the natural order, right? 

At first, it seemed to me a very selfish approach to the “having kids” thing, but isn’t it how it always turns at the end? Kids looking after their parents once they’re old? He was just being honest by exposing the natural order of having a family. But I wasn’t so sure if I wanted to have kids, and being a gay man, my options are limited. I do have options, but just a few.

As a new dad, he was glowing with happiness whenever he mentioned his kid. It got me thinking about the wonders of having a child that reflects the very best of you and your partner. And as the night started to fade into the dawn, and as we left Brooklyn, it all moved me to think about the possibilities. Would I ever be any good at being a father?

Often we come across many cases where couples (usually straight ones) seem to be anything but prepared and good at parenthood. Aren’t most kids at orphanages the by-product of messy relationships? Criminals, politicians and drug addicts have kids. Could I possibly suck at it more than any of them? (That’s putting the bar a little low, right?)

My doubts about becoming a father aren’t really much about fears of being any good at it, although is part of it, but to me since I was kids it seemed that it could be an inconvenient for my plans: traveling. I’ve always wanted to travel around the world, and maybe settle down in some exotic place in my 40’s (go and try to figure out what exotic means considering I am Latino). But I guess it all comes down to see if the person I choose to be with is worthy enough to start a family, whatever the option we choose to get one. If something Dan Savage has taught me (and he has taught me a lot of things) is that being gay ain’t a limitation to your plans, whether it includes having kids or not, if anything it helps you shape your plans in a very organised way, a luxury that most straight people don’t get to experience.

This whole week I’ve been spending more time with my father at his place in the northern suburbs of Mexico City, where I grew up, in a little area called Ojo de Agua. I haven’t spent this much time with him since my parents got divorced almost ten years ago. I think we are both trying to get along and have fun together, and it’s really working. When I came out  back when I was 19, he didn’t took it very well but he didn’t disowned me, either. He’s really come around and now we even talk about my dates. And as I thought my relationship with him couldn’t get any better, a few days ago he said to me “you’d be a great dad. I truly hope you don’t miss out on that experience cause you’d be a better dad than I am”. 

I guess the validation from him really struck me into being open minded about my future. I’ve always been the cool uncle to all my little nephews and they all respect me a lot, sometimes even more than their own parents, but to be the responsible for the welfare of a human being it’s a whole other story. But just maybe…

Right before we left Brooklyn, my Arab cousin wanted to be convinced he had talked to me into be a father but he approached it with the idea of me having kids with a woman, to do it as Allah intended. That’s when I knew that he also wanted to talked to me into behave as straight. And as I argued that I could never act against my nature, that I wanted to be happy, he kept on saying that happiness can’t be a priority over doing what we ought to do in life. He didn’t sound so happy about his life after all.

Sacrifice? To be miserable and lie to yourself and others so you can be taken care of as you get old? Bullshit.

That’s the problem with religious people, they think this life is for suffering and making sacrifices so you could earn a piece of heaven. I don’t know if God and heaven exists, I’m glad there’s no proof about it cause it’d be a hell of life to please such a selfish and bipolar God. All I know is that what I have now is all I got, so why not be true to yourself and be happy by being good to one another, right?

I guess his background and religion won’t allow him to fully understand where I come from, who I am and what I’ve gone through to be an openly gay man (let lone what that means in this society). When I came out, I never really felt any rejection from anyone, not from friends nor from my family. I was at the hospital when his son was born and I’ve kept our relationship close because I wanna be there for my nephew, but I can’t help but wonder: will the family bond be strong enough to get pass over our differences? Or will I eventually lose loved ones along my journey, whether it includes me having kids or not? 


It seems like the coming out process never ends. 

Gay Sex & DF

Brooklyn, Mexico City

By Alex Orue

Last weekend, a cousin of mine invited me out for drinks. He’s Saudi Arabian (a Muslim, that shops like a Jew and swears like a Catholic) and got married with a blood-related cousin almost two years ago, and like most Arabs (and like myself) he’s quite a loud mouth, so we got along just fine. This time, however, was the first we ever went out together, just the two of us. And Arab and a fag, what could possibly go wrong?

Fortunately, nothing went wrong. We went out to Brooklyn, a nice bar & restaurant in the south of Mexico City. As its name suggests, it is very New York. Great food, cool music, fabulous drinks and always crowded, it is almost certain you’ll end up hooking up with beautiful people. As for me, I was quite nervous to make some conversation up with this new relative of mine with whom I seemed to have not much in common. 

The truth is, I don’t get nervous very often, specially when meeting new people or when I’m the new guy at the office. I am very easy-going and I always seem to have a conversation opener. Sometimes I talk way too much, but with my new Arab cousin, it seemed that we had to avoid many topics, like religion, politics and sex. We started talking about funny experiences and about his new baby (he and my cousin just had a baby little over a month ago. He’s the cutest thing ever!). We had several beers before he went to the point he’d been trying to ask me about: “What’s it like to be gay?”. 

The bar started to get really crowded, thanks in part to a couple of girls that we’re celebrating their birthday and seemed to have invited half the city. As I started to answered, I had to almost scream my lungs out so he could hear, and of course right when I said “… guys know how to please other guys better” the music was turned down a bit and half of the joint hear me loud and clear. I knew this was a hot topic to talk about with him (that, and politics and religion, too, which we eventually ended up talking about, of course) given that he is an Arab and a Muslim. I’ve never pretended to be anything else that I am not in front of him, and he’s always known who I was right from the get-go, but we never really talked about it, why would we? We became real close but he’s never asked me about my dates or if I have a boyfriend… Until now. 

I tried my best to explain to him the Born This Way narrative, and the whole Even If I Tried I Can’t Change nature of my attraction to men, but instead of trying to refute any of my arguments, he kept asking questions. The pivotal point of the conversation was when he asked me if I ever wanted to have a family, kids. As of now, I feel like I wouldn’t do it, I’d rather have a partner with whom I can travel the world, but I wouldn’t say never to the idea of having kids, either. But then he went off. He didn’t like my answer.

With the gay thing, we didn’t say much. But when I said I wasn’t so sure that ever want to have kids, he couldn’t accept it. The discussion turned into a must-have-a-family thing, arguing that if you don’t, life as an elder man will be a lonely one, "who’s gonna take care of you once you reach 80?" 

He had a point. Usually, that’s the natural order, right? 

At first, it seemed to me a very selfish approach to the “having kids” thing, but isn’t it how it always turns at the end? Kids looking after their parents once they’re old? He was just being honest by exposing the natural order of having a family. But I wasn’t so sure if I wanted to have kids, and being a gay man, my options are limited. I do have options, but just a few.

As a new dad, he was glowing with happiness whenever he mentioned his kid. It got me thinking about the wonders of having a child that reflects the very best of you and your partner. And as the night started to fade into the dawn, and as we left Brooklyn, it all moved me to think about the possibilities. Would I ever be any good at being a father?

Often we come across many cases where couples (usually straight ones) seem to be anything but prepared and good at parenthood. Aren’t most kids at orphanages the by-product of messy relationships? Criminals, politicians and drug addicts have kids. Could I possibly suck at it more than any of them? (That’s putting the bar a little low, right?)

My doubts about becoming a father aren’t really much about fears of being any good at it, although is part of it, but to me since I was kids it seemed that it could be an inconvenient for my plans: traveling. I’ve always wanted to travel around the world, and maybe settle down in some exotic place in my 40’s (go and try to figure out what exotic means considering I am Latino). But I guess it all comes down to see if the person I choose to be with is worthy enough to start a family, whatever the option we choose to get one. If something Dan Savage has taught me (and he has taught me a lot of things) is that being gay ain’t a limitation to your plans, whether it includes having kids or not, if anything it helps you shape your plans in a very organised way, a luxury that most straight people don’t get to experience.

This whole week I’ve been spending more time with my father at his place in the northern suburbs of Mexico City, where I grew up, in a little area called Ojo de Agua. I haven’t spent this much time with him since my parents got divorced almost ten years ago. I think we are both trying to get along and have fun together, and it’s really working. When I came out  back when I was 19, he didn’t took it very well but he didn’t disowned me, either. He’s really come around and now we even talk about my dates. And as I thought my relationship with him couldn’t get any better, a few days ago he said to me “you’d be a great dad. I truly hope you don’t miss out on that experience cause you’d be a better dad than I am”. 

I guess the validation from him really struck me into being open minded about my future. I’ve always been the cool uncle to all my little nephews and they all respect me a lot, sometimes even more than their own parents, but to be the responsible for the welfare of a human being it’s a whole other story. But just maybe…

Right before we left Brooklyn, my Arab cousin wanted to be convinced he had talked to me into be a father but he approached it with the idea of me having kids with a woman, to do it as Allah intended. That’s when I knew that he also wanted to talked to me into behave as straight. And as I argued that I could never act against my nature, that I wanted to be happy, he kept on saying that happiness can’t be a priority over doing what we ought to do in life. He didn’t sound so happy about his life after all.

Sacrifice? To be miserable and lie to yourself and others so you can be taken care of as you get old? Bullshit.

That’s the problem with religious people, they think this life is for suffering and making sacrifices so you could earn a piece of heaven. I don’t know if God and heaven exists, I’m glad there’s no proof about it cause it’d be a hell of life to please such a selfish and bipolar God. All I know is that what I have now is all I got, so why not be true to yourself and be happy by being good to one another, right?

I guess his background and religion won’t allow him to fully understand where I come from, who I am and what I’ve gone through to be an openly gay man (let lone what that means in this society). When I came out, I never really felt any rejection from anyone, not from friends nor from my family. I was at the hospital when his son was born and I’ve kept our relationship close because I wanna be there for my nephew, but I can’t help but wonder: will the family bond be strong enough to get pass over our differences? Or will I eventually lose loved ones along my journey, whether it includes me having kids or not? 

It seems like the coming out process never ends. 

Feb 17

Show your support for the #LGBT Community in #Russia on gayforsochi.com (CC: @Sochi2014 @Olympics)

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