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The city of Gary is located in Indiana, on the shores of Lake Michigan. Laid down in 1906 by the US Steel Corporation, it is named after the head and founder of this company Albert G. Gary.

Among the American cities with a population of more than 100,000, Gary ranks first in the percentage of the African American population. He is famous for one of the first Black mayors in America, as well as the Campus of the Co-Western Department of the University of Indiana.

In connection with the decline of the steel industry, the city has recently encountered unemployment and growth of crime.

The population of Gary, according to 2000, amounted to 102,746 people, among whom was Kevin Logan, who became the hero of information agencies last week.

We do not have reliable data about how Kevin dressed in 2000, when he was about twelve years old. But it is well known that the whole last academic year Kevin went to school in dresses or women's jeans, as well as in makeup and pedicure. So Kevin defended his sexuality.

And then the last call rang. The time has come for the graduation ball. What was Kevin’s surprise when he was not allowed to the ball. He came there, maybe, full of sorrow about the school years and hopes for an adult new life, in high heels, in a tight dress, and he was indicated to the door. True, they returned $ 85 for a ticket, but Kevin was still offended. He said: "What for business? Graduation happens only once in my life, but I have nothing to remember!"

The school authorities assures that the reason for the refusal to participate in the solemn event was not the homosexuality of Kevin, but a violation of the form of clothing. It is not clear, however, why the authorities turned a blind eye to this during the year? One way or another, Kevin complained where he should. Tiron Hanley, the coordinator of the youth program of the public protection of Gender, said that he often has to deal with similar cases, which he defines as "discrimination based on the gender." “Dress code,” said Tiron, “this is when no one can go to mini. And when it is impossible only to boys, this is no longer a dress code, but a nonsense on a stick.”

The most adequately, in our opinion, reacted to Kevin's mother. Ms. Loretta Logan said: "I said to Kevin that one likes it, but the others did not."

Source:
http://www.azcentral.com/offbeat//articles/0524PROM-Denied24-on.html

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But we spent the graduation evening like this: first solemnly, we did something at school, and then we plunged into the ship and sailed around the Dnieper with the whole class. It was very fun, the wind was blowing, the adult groom of our classmate Lyuba K., who was in a state of protracted pregnancy by that time, broke three teeth, trying to open a bottle of vodka (it was actually already open and even rested, and the groom bit the neck), then we all got drunk and stood at the side of the ship, hugging each other. The boys hugged the girls and vice versa, do not think about what.

But this is so, by the way. But, in fact, a story about presentations.

In my fourth year, I was practiced at school. Estonian children taught the Russian language.

For example, I threw them a ball and spoke a word in Russian, and they had to answer me with a translation into the Estonian language and throw the ball back. This progressive pedagogical game was taught by senior comrade V.M.

By the way, not so long ago we sat with friends in the same local institution, listened to jazz, sipped cocktails and discussed the results and prospects of the development of humanitarian science. Suddenly the doors opened, and a written beauty entered in an unheard of dress with sort of things everywhere and with a bouquet of roses in his hand. She proceeded to the company that feasted in another corner of the institution. When the written beauty entered, the company met her with applause.

We began to sit on, but at some point Maria Frantsevna, which is generally exceptional farsighted, said to me:

“Why does this woman look at you all the time?”

“Nothing looks,” I answered, but just in case I examined my clothes. It seems that everything is fastened and there is nothing superfluous, the dress code is in order.

“No,” Maria Frantsevna did not let up, “looks all the time.” Here again!

“Well, he wants and looks,” Mirza Babaev, who does not like conflicts at all, said conciliatoryly. “Maybe she liked him.”

And giggled.

“I didn’t like anything,” I objected again, indignant at the gigg, but then the written beauty suddenly got up and, slowly passing between the drunk, came up to us. For some reason, she squatted at our table and asked me:

“Don't you remember me?” You taught Russian in the sixth grade.

This is what the power of Soviet methodological techniques was! But I was distracted.

In the very school where I was the practice, there was one amazing nurse. A woman in years already, my current age, probably. We came across her in the smoking room.

It was, by the way, a very interesting chicken. Officially, it was a dressing room to the toilet for teachers. There really was a toilet further, to which the teachers went all the time, bashfully lowering their eyes and squeezing through the puffs of smoke. Simple teachers and we, trainees, smoked Extra or Rumba cigarettes, who is richer or with concepts - Tallinn, and the nurse smoked the Golden Fleece. On these cigarettes it was written that they are "saved." In my opinion, the “rune” is wool, and the smell of these cigarettes was as if they were really stuffed with the wool of some colchidic greenhouses. A suffocating smell.

So, the nurse was an amateur of exquisite cigarettes and generally secular conversations. She spoke incessantly and told amazing things.

We are sitting there once with my classmate Vadim Surenech P., smoke. Suddenly it comes in, coquettishly straightens the white bathrobe, sits on the leg on the leg, takes out his “rune”, kneads for a long time. The view is thoughtful, mysterious. Obviously he has something extraordinary. Indeed, she lit a cigarette and tells:

- Oh, boys. I'll tell you now, only in secret. This one friend told me yesterday, her husband worked in the police before, and now in the civil defense system. In general, there are such men, they do not like women. Can you imagine? They love, on the contrary, men. And such men are called "presenters." Because the police are engaged in them, and my friend’s friend, until he quit civil defense, just investigated this case. They are all over the USSR, these presentations. And we also have, in Tartu. They are found in the toilet of the Park Hotel and recognize each other by such special suitcases "Diplomats". Recently, an investigator from Moscow came, a hundred people were arrested, there are party. And all - Estonians!

... And the Park Hotel was a completely cult place. Z.G. Minz said that earlier she was still decorated with a wonderful sign "Grand wanted." And there was a cafe where the very elderly, drunk and friendly Estonian waitresses always brought an eye or vice versa instead of an omelet. There were options: with sausage or ham. How can I not confuse here? And there were no other dishes there. But they gave a salad and wore vodka in the decanters.

On the far table, there was always a sign with a beautiful tautological inscription "for guests of the hotel". And at the table to the right of the entrance was a company of regulars: a woman-igogo-in-ochki, an old man-rykestra-ss-pipe, a forester and another one-a-test. They drank cognac and discussed something lively in Estonian. But it seems that there were no party among them.

And the toilet was there, in the basement, but I have never seen people with suitcases there. They probably hid from me. I was without a suitcase.

But I was distracted again and generally controversial. I was going to write about Soviet homophobia and its tragicomic manifestations and still about San Francisco, about how rainbow flags in the Castro area flutter in the wind, how homosexual horse police officers march along the streets of the city along with other representatives of minorities, how multi-colored transvestites similar to tropical birds are multiplying. But again, it brought me into memories, which, it seems, have only a distant attitude to the confrontation of the aggressive clerical-bandit public and quite peaceful sexual minorities and do not answer the not quite rhetorical question at all: why is the most tolerant of processions of the first than to the second parades?

For me, real presentations are just the first.

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Sergey Kuznetsov

Want about Castro? Yes, please.

Once, one of my old friends and I went on a taxi evenly in this Gey district of San Francisco. We talked, of course, in Russian. I showed him rainbow flags, and we reasoned how sorry we were not fagots, because if we were fagots that grew up in the Soviet Union with its 121st article, then it would be much greater shock for us to get here than the publication of Brodsky in the New World.

Moreover, the farther the 121st article, the less interesting Castro seems to be. I would even say, the less homophobia, the more boring there. The enthusiasm disappears.

So the old -timers say: Eh, there was time twenty years ago! And the baths were still open!

Something like this I talked with my friend - in the extraordinary, that is, agitation.

When we finally reached the Historical Bar "Twin Pix" (which, of course, existing long before the series of the same name) and, having paid, began to go out, the taxi driver looked at us knowingly and said in English:

- It’s good for you to have fun, guys!

And I realized that he just took us for two immigrants from some dense country, where there is still 121st article and where the mayor personally prohibits gay parades in the capital.

Zeta S.

One of the most popular topics during the years of passion for debate: "Is it worth resolving homosexual marriages?" It is especially funny when you first play the line "for", and after half an hour with another team - "against". Much is falling into place, it would be nice to drive away all the “justice fighters” through the quotation of the UN Convention on Human Rights.

The indignation of society can be understood and explained. It is only us, tolerant, we pretend that the origins of "homophobia" are completely unclear to us. But society feels: as soon as it gives its approval and “closes the eyes” - it will doom itself to extinction. So far, scientists argue "orientation is genetics or psychology?", Caviens from Pyatigorsk in a scene about entering the Gnesinsky school ironize: "Well, at least gay?!"

Society is afraid that the phenomenon can become a fashionable or "simpler choice." Indeed, why to deal with the opposite throat, when there is quite understandable here, with such tastes and habits, a person? "Boy, girl ... What, gchm, the difference?" Yes?

Yes, here they give birth to everything late, and pregnancy is all with complications (we focus on the ecology), they also intensified "Childfri" ... panic to panic.

Nevertheless, Russia has hope. Personally, I acquired it after the internship of the St. Petersburg friend of Ani in London. At first, she was horrified by the number of gays in the current circle of friends, in sorrow wondered when this wave reaches Russia and what we will do then. But when one of the "persistent tin soldiers" invited her on a date, we realized: beauty will save the world! In general, traditionally: all hope for Russian women.

Mitya Gurin

We went on Friday to "people-x". They discussed that the Russians have their own pride and "night patrol" - this is the Russian "people -X".

Both comic -like ones are not loaded with special meaning, with cute effects they go well under popcorn, etc. etc.

But this is the difference: when in the “Night (Day) Watch” the story of the classified structures a la GB, and ordinary people are background and decoration, then people-x-they are about self-determination within the framework of civil society, and all scenes about the system of system cause irritation with their inappropriateness.

On the morning of Saturday, another fun series began - on the "feed.ru" on the conduct of a gay pride in Moscow. And again, there are no plumbers who want to go around the city and show the whole world that they are gays, but no worse, but there is only one struggle of systems.

Just a biological process of rejecting unsuccessful mutations in the population, and so many passions.

Milova, disc

I will certainly be in the minority, and maybe the only present. Being certainly who is the present of these who still do not hide that they are presented.

Well, if, of course, the presentations after me still do not write. Or some skillfully and secretly pretend, many years ago, having written earlier and sending not here. Who knows? And others are taught and at the last moment will be thought out to build an alibi at the emphasized risk, skillful lies and complaints delaying the deadline. The game is simple - any presenter knows (*). Almost everyone has been doing this all their lives.

Well, in general, it turns out that all the trump cards are in my arms, and therefore I just have to do what many normal people expect from the gifts - to say something monstrous. Because it will not work to do here. And I will say, yes, such that no normal person will allow himself, and many may think:

Here is some kind of human organism, but one does not. At all.

(Well, I will say for idiots from any camp that I am not about the gifts separately, but about everyone.)

Actually, everything.

Or does it not seem to you monstrous?

(*) And editor.

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