Kim Petras

Que linda chava la de la foto verdad, rubia, ojos azules, seria el sueño de muchos, es alemana, tiene 16 anos, también es cantante, recientemente lanzo su su disco. Ah si, es transexual, siiii es transexual, ella no nació mujer, antes era Tim Petras, pues su deseo de ser mujer surgió hace tiempo atrás, y fue tanto que empezó su tratamiento hormonal a los 12 anos, es la paciente, mas bien la transexual mas joven que se somete a tratamiento hormonal para posteriormente hacerce el cambio de sexo.

Con sus 16 años legalmente es mujer y expresa: 

"Mi música es lo mas importante para mi en este momento, es una forma de expresarme yo misma." 

"Se que debido a mi pasado las personas siempre tocaran el tema, y no podre siempre escapar de el, pero espero que el futuro las personas me conozcan mas por mi música que por mi pasado"

Como otros muchos casos, es de las personas que dicen nacer en cuerpos equivocados, ha sido noticia sobre todo por ser la transexual mas joven que se somete a cambio de sexo. (en Alemania es legal hacerse la operación de cambio de sexo a partir de los 16 anos)

En lo que a mi respecta, no le veo inconveniente, o no tendría alguna forma de juzgarla, es su vida, y cada uno tiene derecho a vivirla a su manera, por ahí leí que posiblemente en el futuro el sexo de las personas no lo defina los genitales, sino el cerebro. Y puede ser muy posible, ya que se esta viendo mucho cambio en las personas, en la cultura, en la libertad de expresión, etc. Asi que estamos en un mundo de cambios, y claro a nadie le gustan los cambios, estamos acostumbrados a vivir en rutinas, y los cambios leves o bruscos muchas veces nos incomodan, claro no siempre es asi, pero a algunas personas no les gustan. 

En fin, pueden ver su pagina aquí 

Gorillaz

Me gustan muchas canciones de Gorillaz, y esta me gusta bastante:

Gorillaz - Fire Coming Out Of The Monkeys Head

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds.

Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses.
But no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes,
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home,
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head,
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
The dance of the dead, the dance of the dead.

In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of the mountain.
And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things.
And soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep.
And then came a sound, distant first.
It grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing.

Oh little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see,
There's nothing you believe you want,
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?