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Ninguém aqui está maluco

O que há dez anos ninguém dizia em voz alta passou a ser uma opinião normalizada, e essa sensação não nasce na cabeça de nenhum militante. Nasce do que se ouve todos os dias.

𝖩𝖺́ 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆. 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺́𝗌 𝗇𝗎𝗆 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆ı́𝗅𝗂𝖺, 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾́ 𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝖼̧𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈, 𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗓 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 "𝗏𝖾̂𝗆 𝖼𝖺́ 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗋-𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌ı́𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗌", 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈. 𝖭𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖾́ 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 "𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺". 𝖭𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾́ 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖺. 𝖤 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈: 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺; 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼̧𝗈𝗎; 𝖾 𝗈 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝗈́𝗌.

𝖥𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝗅ı́𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺 𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖾-𝖺, 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖼̧𝗈, 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗈 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗓. 𝖤 𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋-𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾́𝗌 𝗍𝗎.

𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́𝗌. 𝖭𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗈. 𝖧𝖺́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾́-𝖿𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺́𝗏𝖾𝗅, 𝗅𝖺́ 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́. 𝖮 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝖽𝖾𝗓 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗓 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝖼̧𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾. 𝖭𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌. 𝖮 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆 𝗌ı́𝗍𝗂𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋.

𝖤 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗌. 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖥𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎 "𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗏𝖺" 𝖺𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾̂, 𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈. 𝖫𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝗈: 𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺̃𝗈, 𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾 𝖺 𝖽ı́𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺 𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆ı́𝗅𝗂𝖺, 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈, 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈. 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖺 𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗈 𝗎́𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗈.

𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗀𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗌𝖼𝗂: 𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗋, 𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗈 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗎, 𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾́𝖼𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈́𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗌. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗅𝖺, 𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗎 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋.

𝖲𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈. 𝖬𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗃𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺 𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́, 𝖺̀ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺, 𝗆𝖺́ 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺. 𝖵𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗆, 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖲𝖭𝖲 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺. 𝖮 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾. 𝖮 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖾́ 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈. 𝖮 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺. 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗈 𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖺𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝖾̂-𝗌𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗑 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗎 𝖾𝗆 𝟣𝟪𝟩𝟢, 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝖺 𝖬𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝖾 𝖵𝗈𝗀𝗍, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾̂𝗌 𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗈 𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾̂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗑𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗈 𝗇ı́𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗑𝗈, 𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗈, 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺 𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗎́𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖺. 𝖳𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗅𝗈́𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖾́ 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖺: 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖾́ 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗋𝖺.

𝖠 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗓 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈. 𝖲𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼̧𝗈𝗎, 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗅, 𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗂, 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺-𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽ı́𝖼𝗂𝗈. 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗎́𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗏𝖾̂ 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗉𝗎́𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺. 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗌𝗎𝖺. 𝖠𝗌 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗑 𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖾𝗆 𝖠 𝖨𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺̃, 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺, 𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍ı́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾́ 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈.

𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖼̧𝖺 𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖺. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖾́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝖺̀ 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺, 𝖾 𝖺𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝖺 𝗍𝗂. 𝖮 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗓 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈.

𝖲𝗈́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂. 𝖱𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗈 𝖺 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗎́𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝖾́ 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈-𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗌. 𝖧𝖺́ 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗌, 𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗇𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋ı́𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝖽𝖾̂ 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈. 𝖮 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈-𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌ı́𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗌. 𝖠 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾. 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖾-𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗍𝗎. 𝖬𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗎́𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺, 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗌, 𝗏𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗎 𝗎𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗈́𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗈, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈́𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺. 𝖮𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗆, 𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼̧𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍ı́𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗌, 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌, 𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼̧𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗎́𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺. 𝖠𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝗈́𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈, 𝖾 𝖾́ 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋. 𝖤 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝖺.

𝖯𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝖼ı́𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗎𝗆 𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺. 𝖲𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾. 𝖭𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗈. 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾́𝗆 𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗆, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖠𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆, 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗈. 𝖨𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈́ 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾.

* Educador Social e ativista LGBTQIA+. Dirigente do Bloco de Esquerda

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