-Mom, I need to talk to you.
-Son, you can always talk to me. But first introduce me
to your friend. This is Paco,
and he’s not my friend. Okay. Why did you let strangers
in our house? -We know each other well, Mom.
-Fer, I don’t understand. That’s what I’m trying
to tell you, Mom. I am… We said no signals.
Say it like we practiced. Yes. Mom… -I’m a fag.
-Not like that. Yes, I’m sorry,
it’s offensive. -I’m a homo, a fairy.
-Gay. I’m sorry, honey. Fer, this is one
of your jokes, right? We can’t play
with our hearts. Fernando, if this is a joke,
it’s distasteful. It’s distasteful
to suck a cock? Because you too
have a very bad taste. Easy, honey. Fer, are you sure? I always thought
all faggots should die. Then, when I got divorced,
I thought I should die. So I thought,
“Well, maybe I’m a faggot.” Then I met him. And I realized I wanted everyone
to die because I was unhappy. I was unhappy
because Renata had to fuck me, but she didn’t have a cock,
a… I’m a faggot. Homosexual. The word,
my love, is “homosexual”. The point is that
I tried to be a real man. You are a man,
otherwise you’d be a lesbian. Yes,
I was trying to be straight. Okay. And now? Now I have to change
everything. Now I have to buy
everything pink, one of those leather harnesses,
get a chihuahua and those colorful scarfs. They’re called stoles. And you don’t
have to buy any of that. You can be yourself,
the Fernando I fell in love with. Well, that’s it, Mom. Tomorrow I’ll go to work
and ask them to fire me. I think I need to be harassed
by my bosses and colleagues… That’s not necessary. I have to work
in a beauty shop, learn to walk in heels, tell my son that,
if anyone asks about me, tell them I died
and he was raised by his mother. Now you can snap
your fingers. I’m sorry,
he’s still learning. He doesn’t even like
getting it in his ass. Hey, biatches,
it’s me, Divaza. I want to invite you
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