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JOSÉ MOJICA en la ópera de Massenet *Thais*.

JOSÉ MOJICA, Fray José de Guadalupe.

JOSÉ MOJICA.

JOSÉ MOJICA.

DOLORES del RÍO en *Las Abandonadas".

LUPE VELEZ.

LINDA CHRISTIAN.

MARÍA FÉLIX.

JORGE NEGRETE y MARIO MORENO (CANTINFLAS).

JULIO ALEMÁN.

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Punta de Lanza: VIVIMOS, EN MODO CELULAR

Spearhead: WE LIVE, IN CELLULAR MODE Senen Gonzalez Velez. Abogado, Periodista, Escritor,Editorialista. PRENSA ESPECIALIZADA,COLUMNISTA Más en serio, que en broma. La moda hoy día, es hacer reuniones de amigos, de negocios y de acercamientos románticos, mediante la vía virtual, en que, los muñequitos y las figuras, hablan por nuestros corazones. Es una flojera graciosa, que la estimamos como…

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MIX: FEELING IT

1: Voxshot - Genius Of Time 2: Friends - Quasar 3: Pussycat Meow (Murk Boys Miami Mix) - Deee-Lite 4: Hawk Tone - Sei A 5: Rippin Kittin (Isatease & Tenebrio Remix) - Golden Boy & Miss Kitten 6: Come On Then - Nightmares On Wax 7: Yeah! Turn On The Light (Warlock Remix) - U.K. One 8: Si Te Portas Bonito - Sofia Kourtesis 9: Stay Together (Armand's Crazy Trauma Mix) - Barbara Tucker 10: Eau De Chante (For Men) - Delicious Inc. 11: Buddy X (Honey Dijon Remix) - Neneh Cherry 12: Let's Dance (Honey Dijon Moonlight Remix) - David Bowie 13: Hymn (Upriver) - Moby 14: Bombo - K-LONE 15: Sunday School (Extended Mix) - Bushwacka 16: ZP Dub - Julio Bashmore & T. Williams 17: Every Single Night - The Deepshakerz 18: I'm Breathing - Obando & Matheo Velez 19: WhatWhatWhat - Ketiov 20: Icon - Ketiov 21: New Bottega (Extended Mix) Torren Foot & Azealia Banks 22: Everyday People (Extended Mix) - Prok & Fitch 23: El Camaron (Loris Remix) - Matias Aguayo 24: Holiday (Tame Impala Remix) - Confidence Man 25: Orinoco Flow (Dakeyne Remix) - Enya

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LLEGO JULIO Y TAMBIEN UN CALUROSO VERANO. DISFRUTALO JUNTO A NUESTRA ✨"CHICA CALENDARIO 2023" ISA VELEZ.✨ FOTOS: KIKE ROSERO. SOLO EN SHOCK MAGAZINE® 👉http://www.larevistashock.com/ http://shockmagazineplus.com/👈 @leferas @leonfernandezofficial @shockmagazineoficial @kikeroserophoto @isavelezoficial @dlbediciones

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#Threads y su primer aniversario

El pasado 5 de julio se cumplio el primer aniversario de Threads y por haber alcanzado los 175 millones de usuarios activos mensuales en esta app. Gerardo Velez, Líder de Alianzas Estratégicas de Meta en América Latina Hispanohablante, comentó que Threads sigue creciendo y enfocando sus esfuerzos en ofrecer herramientas y recursos que ayuden a proporcionar una experiencia positiva, como también,…

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Argentina's U23 Squad for Paris 2024: Featuring Four World Cup Winners

Argentina’s U23 head coach Javier Mascherano has unveiled his 18-player squad for the Paris 2024 Olympics, which includes four prominent World Cup winners.

Key Highlights of the Squad:

Goalkeeper Geronimo Rulli, who clinched the 2022 World Cup, occupies one of the three over-age slots.

Veteran defender Nicolas Otamendi and Manchester City’s Julian Alvarez, both World Cup champions, also make the cut.

MLS star Thiago Almada joins the squad as the fourth World Cup winner.

Lionel Messi’s Decision

Lionel Messi will not participate in what would have been his second Olympic appearance. The legendary forward cited the demanding schedule with Inter Miami and Argentina’s Copa America defense as reasons for opting out of the Games.

Mascherano’s Gold-Winning Experience

Mascherano, a two-time Olympic gold medalist (2004 and 2008), brings his invaluable experience to the coaching role. The team is set to face Morocco in their Group B opener, followed by encounters with Ukraine and Iraq. Two warm-up games will precede these matches to fine-tune the squad.

Full Argentina U23 Squad for Paris 2024:

Goalkeepers: Leandro Brey (Boca Juniors), Geronimo Rulli (Ajax)

Defenders: Marco Di Cesare (Racing Club), Julio Soler (Lanus), Joaquin Garcia (Velez Sarsfield), Gonzalo Lujan (San Lorenzo), Nicolas Otamendi (Benfica), Bruno Amione (Santos Laguna)

Midfielders: Ezequiel Fernandez (Boca Juniors), Santiago Hezze (Olympiacos), Cristian Medina (Boca Juniors), Kevin Zenon (Boca Juniors)

Forwards: Giuliano Simeone (Atletico Madrid), Luciano Gondou (Argentinos Juniors), Thiago Almada (Atlanta United), Claudio Echeverri (River Plate), Julian Alvarez (Manchester City), Lucas Beltran (Fiorentina)

Alternates: Aaron Quiros (Club Atletico Banfield), Federico Redondo (Inter Miami), Fabricio Iacovich (Estudiantes de La Plata), Juan Nardoni (Racing Club de Avellaneda).

Keep an eye on Argentina's journey in the Paris 2024 Olympics as they aim to add another gold medal to their illustrious history.

source: Football extra news

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El Resumen de TODO ESTO es que LA VERDAD DESTRUYE LA FALSEDAD..pancarta de unos ARABES a ESPALDAS de la antigua EMBAJADA DE EEUU en LONDRES protestando por lo que hacen por países ISLAMICOS..pero aquí la UNICA VERDAD QUE CUENTA SOY YO

Por cierto..no se porque el hijo de CERATI imitó a MADONNA [=VIRGEN en ITALIANO..que lanzó LIKE A VIRGIN producido por Nile RODGERS cuando produjo a INXS "ORIGINAL SIN" como single del LP THE SWING al que siguio single MELTING IN THE SUN en cuyo video salen mensajes APOCALIPTICOS FUGACES y donde un FAN QUIERE VENGARSE DE SU IDOLO o matar a HUTCHENCE que me dio su cerveza mexicana CORONA y acabó SUICIDADO O ACCIDENTADO MASTURBANDOSE con AUTO_AXFISIA..de VERDAD que creo que LAS CORONAS SATANICAS SON MUY TRAGICAS..pues no olvidar que INXS hizo el concierto ROCKIN THE ROYALS en MELBOURNE para estrenar ante CARLOS DE INGLATERRA y Tragica LADY DI el 3_11_85 el Cd LISTEN LIKE THIEVES cuyo video homonimo es POST_APOCALIPTICO viniendo de tocar dia NAZIONAL DE ESPAÑA 12_19_85 en Estadio de VELEZ O FORTIN=apellido malograda madre de MADONNA..en Avda JUAN BAUTISTA JUSTO de BUENOS AIRES donde le tiraron cosas y casi tira el pie del micro al publico ] con su Pseudonimo VANITY SEX

Esta CIVILIZACION SATANICA es como si en el COLEGIO las ASIGNATURAS más IMPORTANTES O DIFICILES fuesen GIMNASIA O DEPORTES, MUSICA Y RELIGION..pero luego no son nada UTILES o que creen RIQUEZA [entendida no como DINERO sino como ALGO DE VALOR O QUE DE UN RENDI_MIENTO..es decir algo que cree FUTURO O ESTABILIDAD]

De verdad..que a mi un IDOLO DE ORO no me merece ninguna ADMIRACION ni RESPETO..gane 1 WIMBLEDON O 10 WIMBLENDON [por cierto acaba el 14 julio con METALLICA en MADRID]..otra COSA es DOM TOMATO que hace cosas mucho más difíciles jugandose la CRISMA y GRATIS

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Así q en esta SEMANA se ha tenido el AVISO de que casi muere el hijo del mayor IDOLO DE ORO actual ESTADOUNIDENSE como es LEBRON JAMES [q se tatuo en la espalda CHOSEN ONE x ser num 1 del DRAFT y que supero al malogrado en las VIRGENES, CALABASSAS y violador impune Kobe BRYANT como el 3er máximo anotador de NBA el día q MURIO y que yo fui x la AVDA JUAN BAUTISTA JUSTO de BUENOS AIRES hasta el ESTADIO De VELEZ SARSFIELD o "EL FORTIN"=apellido de la malograda madre de MADONNA=VIRGEN..q casi muere tras entrar x Telefono en el programa LA RESISTENCIA en ESPAÑA]..y la muerte de SINEAD O'CONNOR q rompió en la TV en EEUU una foto de PAPA JUAN PABLO II diciendo COMBATE TU ENEMIGO REAL antes de versionar WAR de BOB MARLEY

Así q vuelvo a RECORDAR q el 1er español en NBA Fernando MARTIN se mató tras salirse de la curva q limita el barrio SAN JUAN BAUTISTA [MADRID] al incorporarse a la AVDA DE LA PAZ [M_30] y tras cruzar 8 carriles [le debió dar un ATAQUE EPILEPTICO conduciendo como al año siguiente a JULIO LLORENTE en TENER_I_FE hermano de JOE q se puso junto a mi en un bar al lado del BERNABEU antes del DERBY MAS POLEMICO en diciembre 1988 abriendo el marcador JULIO LLORENTE para meses despues u oct'89 en PUERTO REAL un italiano de la PHILLIPS DE MILAN arrancarle la camiseta de REAL MADRID BASKET a Joe LLORENTE q fue presidente de la Asociación de Baloncestistas PROFESIONALES al q sustituyó Alfonso REYES que se puso con Piculin ORTIZ junto a mi en pub ZIPANGO=JAPON..donde la camarera era EVA TUREGANO q luego fue la 1era reportera de Futbol en TV y actual directora de comunicación de LA LIGA siendo el Gerente un tal ALAN q solo daba copas gratis a las chicas tras el BESO de RIGOR por lo que un día me subí al techo del kiosko de enfrente por un ARBOL y monte un buen ESCANDALO x lo q ALAN me dijo q si bajaba me daba las copas q quisiera y le dije q YA ERA TARDE]..se estrelló contra el MARIDO de MILAGROS ROMERO [=PEREGRINOS A ROMA] q acababa de dar a LUZ y tras tener otro accidente cuando iba a la COSTA BRAVA por lo que titulares que NO SE MATO DE MILAGRO

Por cierto..dijeron q accidente de MARTIN es xq intento evitar un CHARCO y dio un VOLANTAZO..no se lo creen ni ellos

Tampoco se me olvida q caze en TV a Alfonso REYES [q cuando se puso junto a mi con piculin ORTIZ jugaban en el CB MALAGA aunque ambos jugaron en REAL MADRID y cuyo pabellón se cerró a los días de inaugurarse x un DESPRENDI_MIENTO y al q continuación pusieron el nombre de un político asesinado por ETA cuando llevaba a su hija a ver a los MEXICANOS MANA presentar SUEÑOS LIQUIDOS en cuyo libreto sale LETIZIA ORTIZ en TOP LESS y con un avión de papel ardiendo]..entrevistado por FE LOPEZ

...y el AVISO O SUSTO del torero Peruano ROCA REY [=GIBRALTAR REY=YO O CRISTO REY] con CAYETANO cuya madre murió cuando su hermano FRAN estaba en LA LINEA DE LA CONCEPCION [=GIBRALTAR] para el Sorteo de TOROS

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Emanuel Navarrete-Oscar Valdez Junior Lightweight World Title Showdown Set for August 12

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Published: June 07, 2023

Navarrete-Valdez to headline broadcast airing live on ESPN, ESPN Deportes, and ESPN+ at 10 p.m. ET/7 p.m. PT

GLENDALE, Ariz. (June 7, 2023) – The showdown of the summer heads to the desert in a battle that has all the makings of an instant action classic.   Three-division world champion Emanuel “Vaquero” Navarrete will defend his WBO junior lightweight world title against former two-division world champion Oscar Valdez in an all-Mexican duel Saturday, August 12, at Desert Diamond Arena in Glendale, Arizona. Navarrete and Valdez seek to etch their names among the celebrated catalog of Mexican rivalries that includes Marco Antonio Barrera-Erik Morales, Ruben Olivares-Chucho Castillo, and Rafael Marquez-Israel Vazquez.   Navarrete-Valdez will be broadcast live on ESPN, ESPN Deportes and ESPN+ at 10 p.m. ET/7 p.m. PT.   Promoted by Top Rank, ticket information will be announced shortly.   “Emanuel Navarrete and Oscar Valdez are proud warriors, and this is a fight that is destined to go down as a classic,” said Top Rank chairman Bob Arum. “The fight fans at Desert Diamond Arena and everyone watching on ESPN are in for a real treat. The winner of this fight etches his name among the great Mexican fighters. I can’t wait.”    Navarrete (37-1, 31 KOs), the fighting pride of San Juan Zitlaltepec, captured his first world title by defeating Isaac Dogboe for the WBO junior featherweight crown in December 2018. He made five defenses before moving up to featherweight, where he beat Ruben Villa for the vacant WBO title in October 2020. The 28-year-old defended his belt with victories over Christopher Diaz, Joet Gonzalez and Eduardo Baez before moving up to 130 pounds. In February, Navarrete joined an elite list of Mexican three-division champions — including Morales, Barrera and Julio Cesar Chavez — by defeating Liam Wilson via ninth-round TKO for the WBO junior lightweight world title.    Navarrete said, “After so much time, this fight will finally take place. Obviously, I am 100 percent motivated because Valdez is still a big threat, and a fight against him could possibly be the start of a new Mexico vs. Mexico rivalry like the one between Barrera and Morales."   Valdez (31-1, 23 KOs), from Nogales, represented Mexico at the 2008 and 2012 Olympics. As a pro, he captured the WBO featherweight world title against Matias Rueda in 2016 and made six successful defenses. He moved up to junior lightweight and defeated Adam Lopez in 2019 and Jayson Velez in 2020 before taking on his toughest challenge, a WBC title tilt against Miguel Berchelt in February 2021. Despite disadvantages in height, reach and power, Valdez counterpunched his way to three crushing knockdowns, the last of which earned him a 10th-round KO. After a competitive fight against Olympic gold medalist Robson Conceição later that year, Valdez suffered his first defeat in a title unification battle against Shakur Stevenson in April 2022. He bounced back by defeating Lopez in a rematch in the co-feature to the Devin Haney-Vasiliy Lomachenko super fight last month, and he now hopes to equal Navarrete as a three-time world champion.   Valdez said, “I’m excited to return to the ring, especially because it’s for a world title against ‘Vaquero’ Navarrete. Being a world champion is something that I always dreamed of. I already did it two times, and this is yet another opportunity. So, I’m excited and prepared both mentally and physically for this new opportunity. And I like that it’s between two Mexicans because it’s a win-win for Mexico. It's a guaranteed war when there are two Mexicans in the ring.”

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My Juan of a Kind – Part Two

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

pairing: juan cortez x reader (background fem!dani x clara)

summary: uhh i’m terrible with these so its based across the opening missions, the guerrillas are looking to return to clara’s island. just lots of fluff with the stinky old man, some badass missions and some slow burn :)

note: howdyy everyone i’m back w my self indulgent juan fic and yes i went overboard here but who’s gonna stop me? i hope everyone is doin well whilst i cut back from writing for a bit to juggle uni and projects i wanna work on. also as prep for some other works i’m trying to work on (1) action scenes, (2) dani and clara as a pairing and their whole dynamic and (3) slow burn/dragging out fics whilst staying to plot-lines so feedback would be amazing, but pls enjoy this unedited chaos

description: gender neutral reader | fluff | 5617 words

“Mornin’ sleepyhead!”

Your face breaks out into a shit-eating grin at the sight of Juan jolting upright from his place on the workbench. His hat no longer covers his eyes as it fumbles to the floor in his confusion as his head lifts from his arms with a very unamused groan. With his eyes squeezed shut as to keep the unwanted sun out, he grumbles indistinguishably under his breath– probably complaining about waking up with a hangover.

“The day’s not getting any younger old man, there’s things to do– places to liberate and soldados to kill! Can’t sleep your way through a revolution.” 

Juan cracks his back, stretching from the uncomfortable position of falling asleep at a workbench. It’s really not bed material, but no matter how many times he complains about it, you still find him passed out with his head in his arms atop of metal more often than not. But you can’t help but feel a certain fondness for his questionable sleeping habits as you recall all the times you’ve thrown a jacket or blanket over his shoulders to let him catch up on some much needed rest. As much as you tease him for sleeping in, you know better than anyone that Juan will avoid sleeping for whiskey any day, so you do what you can to make him comfortable.

You bend down to snatch his hat off the floor, dusting away stray bits of dirt before placing it atop of your own head. He’s more awake now, rubbing his temple no doubt to stem a splitting headache as he watches you lean against the metal table of his makeshift outdoor office.

“Clara wants us outta here as soon as possible, she wants to hit the barricade tomorrow night. We both know, we aren’t getting out of here without that helicopter of yours so she’s asked us to hit the anti-aircraft site– bosses orders,” Your hand holds out a bottle of water for him to drink, a soft smile on your features as you move from your serious guerrilla voice to something more gentle. “What do you say? Are you feeling up to it, mi viejo, or was stealing yesterday’s supply drop all you’ve got?”

Juan flashes a smile, one you know means he’s already agreed to join you but he hides it behind a large gulp of water as he throws his head back. 

“I already have a contact waiting in that area– Raiza can handle it can’t she?” Juan reaches out for his cigar, holding it between his teeth as he pats down his clothes in search of a lighter.

You beat him to it, extending your arm out to light it. Smoke travels up into the air, diluting with the air as Juan takes a deep breath in effort to wake up properly, “nuh uh– common old man you know she’s busy scouting Fort Quito.”

Juan grumbles out something close to an annoyed huff, fingers flicking ash onto the ground. You remove his hat, placing it onto his head affectionately and both of you laugh as it squashes over his nose.

“Why can’t you just go?”

“Because I want you to come with me.”

Sometimes Juan can be a little shocked at your bluntness, often staring blankly at you in disbelief like he is now. Like he can’t process the way you never hesitate to choose to spend your time with him. It makes you smile and your chest feel warm at the gesture, and he’s told you on many of his drunken nights that he can’t understand why you’d want to spend time with a sad, lonely old man with a string of regrets and choices.

If only he could see himself the way you do.

Of course, those discussions of feelings are going to have to wait. At least until you can get off this island.

Juan, like the wicked spymaster he is, tries to bribe his way out with his favourite hamilton watch he acquired from god knows where. 

“Bribery will get you nowhere Señor Cortez–” 

“Please, it’s my way of saying thank you for yesterday,” Underneath his playful tone, you can hear a seriousness in his voice and if that wasn’t evidence enough, his fingers won’t stop fiddling with his cigar.

Clearly, something is still bothering him from last night. Maybe he still feels guilty about the tobacco plant and your injuries, or maybe he’s embarrassed about you coming to find him down in Armonía. Hell, maybe this whole island brings out a slurry of insecurities– you know for yourself Isla Santuario reminds you of Libertad’s hardships and the exhausting nature of la revolución. It’s not at all like Clara’s island on the Archipelago, a place that feels like home when curled up around a campfire or huddled away in Juan’s bunker with quality rum, uranium and good company.

“Keep it.” Your voice is gentle as your hands attach the watch to Juan’s wrist, just below his Matryoshka doll tattoo. The two of you are watching where your thumb rubs slow circles over the ink and many battlefield scars, the scene feeling completely domestic and serene despite all the movement of Clara's camp and chaos beyond the walls.

Eventually, you have to break the peaceful movement despite wanting nothing more than to spend a lazy morning with him. But that doesn’t stop you bending down to kiss his cheek, nor do you miss the way he melts into the stool and leans into you slightly. “Common, I bet there’s a stack of uranium waiting at that aircraft site.”

And boy, you’ve never seen Juan move faster than in that moment.

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After a pit-stop to the communal coffee station on your way out of camp, the two of you made your way to Vencejo’s anti-aircraft site. Juan complains about his back as you both find cover in some longer grass, taking the moment of remaining undetected to scan the area. 

Juan watches as you take out your phone, counting the number of assaulters, pistolas and unsurprisingly, heavy gunners surrounding the small military station. Shit. This may be harder than you’d anticipated if the amount of heavy artillery is anything to go by.

“How are we doing this? Stealth it or just guns blazing– guerrilla style.” Your voice is hushed, remaining low as not to alert the unsuspecting soldado standing just a few metres in front of you. 

Your eyebrows raise when Juan holds his hands up to you, one flat to cradle the other which is shaped into a fist. “Rock paper scissors? The winner gets to choose.”

Juan’s shit eating grin has you rolling your eyes affectionately, holstering your pistol as you play best of three. 

It was perhaps some level of luck that you’d emerged victorious, no doubt assuming the spymaster would choose the more chaotic approach of guns blazing which would’ve proven difficult with how heavily guarded the entire island is.

“Stealth it is then. Here take this– you’ll need it.” your hand reaches into your kit, pulling out two newly crafted silencers as you pass one to Juan. He graciously accepts it, taking a second to look over your resolver craftsmanship before screwing it to the end of his rifle. 

“Not bad, cariño.”

“Ah well… I learnt from the best, no?”

Both of you suppress a chuckle as the soldado in front of you picks up on your voices, his hands tightening around his weapon as he wanders closer. Staying low, you crawl your way through the grass before grabbing the soldado with a firm hand over the mouth as you drag him down into the shrubs with you for a silenced kill. You notice how Juan has already made a move towards some of the other soldados who hit the ground one after the other. 

Together, the two of you work your way up from the lower entrance of the Military bunker up to the anti-aircraft cannon. Each of you swaps between an array of silenced weapons from your silenced handgun, to your machete and even a bow you usually reserve for the odd hunting trip around Yara. 

It’s not long before your guard drops, emerging from the cover of sandbags as the coast rings clear. Juan is already rummaging through FND maps and documents, seeing if there’s any valuable intel in the tents and you can’t help but laugh when he comes up short with nothing but a bunch of pin ups, propaganda and fishing flyers.

Your laugh dies immediately however when a flash of red and white pops up in your vision. A weakened soldado standing on wobbly legs behind Juan, who hasn’t seemed to notice the weapon currently being pointed at him. 

Quick to act, you draw your own and bring him down efficiently as a confused Juan wonders why a bullet is flying past him.

“You’ve gotta secure your areas better old man, maybe you need glasses if your eyesight is going.”

“Hey! I’m not that old – besides I have better eyesight than you do.”

“Mhmm… whatever makes you sleep at night dear.”

The nickname has you both feeling flustered, a blush crawling up your neck as you try to move on from what you’ve just called him. Clearly he doesn’t seem to mind if his smile is anything to go by but the adrenaline wearing off has you feeling more embarrassed than usual. 

Juan seems to forget it instantly at the sight of a container of depleted uranium over by an intel station. He picks the giant thing up with a huge smile on his face, like a child that’s just gotten what they wanted for their quinceañera as he practically hugs the emotional support uranium to his chest.

“I can’t fucking wait to add another sexy supremo to my collection!” His smile doesn’t leave as he dances awkwardly over to his car and loads it into the trunk. Strange… I don’t remember him parking it this close when we arrived. But you don’t get to think about it as he turns his attention to you, excitement written all over him. “Now, I hear you ask– Juan what supremo will you make this time? And to that I say a guerrilla has to be a sponge for inspiration and cannot be tied down with what they should or shouldn’t make.”

Juan closes the trunk of his 1956 Beaumont Valentina, leaning against it as he idly pulls out his second cigar of the day along with your lighter he seems to have claimed as his own now.

“Are we thinking medico or fantasma? Don’t forget you still have the designs for furioso.” Juan’s nose seems to scrunch up at that as he stares down at his unlit cigar.

“Eh, I think I’m going to add an extra canister for explosives before I make that one.” You hum in agreement, taking a spot beside him as he places the cigar between his teeth to use his hands. Juan pulls out a stick of dynamite as his head tilts up in a gesture towards the anti-aircraft cannon, “care to do the honours, cariño?”

You can’t help but smile fondly, letting him light his cigar before the fuse of the dynamite. There was nothing like béisbol practice as a child to help prepare you for hurling a stick of dynamite, the way you run three steps forward and roll your shoulders as the stick goes flying and an explosion of metal and fire goes flying.

Juan looks thoroughly impressed as he tosses the keys at you, both of you walking towards the front seats of the car as the fire starts spreading to the grass of the surrounding area and FND tents.

“You’re driving us back– there’s no way I could possibly drive with these old man eyes, remember?”

The ride back to Clara’s base is peaceful, the tunes from the radio mostly undisturbed from gunfire or chases from the FND as you steer clear of main roads and take the dirt tracks. Juan stretches out, legs extending like he’s a king being chauffeured around, which he is right now, whilst your fingers tap along the steering wheel. 

Clara asked for the two of you to meet her at the heart of her camp around dusk, and considering how it’s only just gone midday then it’s perfect timing for the two of you to head to the more secluded area of camp and work on repairing his helicopter.

With soft melodies of Pedro Torrero blasting from Juan’s rickety old stereo, the two of you get to fixing his chopper. It’s mostly minor damage, with most of it occurring on the outer shell rather than any internal damage when it was grounded almost a month ago upon becoming stranded on the island.

Juan is propped on a makeshift stool, blowtorch in one hand and bottle of rum in the other.Well there goes the last of the health and safety protocols– if they even existed to begin with. His other hand holds a shard of fibreglass to protect his eyes in a poor attempt to mimic a welding helmet as he begins mending the tail rotor, humming under his breath with his shoulders relaxed.

You seize the opportunity to make a start on the engine, using a skateboard to roll underneath the vehicle as you begin taking apart hatches and oil gaskets. The cool afternoon breeze blowing under the helicopter keeps you cool and relaxed as you tinker with tiny parts, occasionally rolling back enough for Juan to drop tools and updated components into your hands.

The two of you work in a peaceful silence as the hours pass by, both of you enjoying such a quiet moment from a very stressful month stranded on Isla Santuario. It reminds you of your home on libertad Island, and the way both of you would spend hours huddled in his dark bunker creating supremos and scheming up plans to fuck with the FND. You could spend hours in there with him, time completely forgotten until late into the night where the two of you pop down to Clara’s camp in search of food or a top up of the rum stash.

Juan’s voice cuts through the melody of the radio, bringing you back to reality as you roll out from under the helicopter with the heel of your shoe. You lift your face shield to rest atop of your head, obscuring your hair as Juan offers a hand to help you up.

“Clara’s expecting us soon,” Juan wipes his hands on a rag, removing most of the grime and oil before wandering over to the workbench now harbouring his beloved sniper. “Here– when we hit the barricade later, I want you to use it.” 

He passes it to you, checking it's reloaded and fully upgraded before placing it in your hands. It’s not often Juan lets you borrow his signature weapon, usually choosing to let it sit and collect dust in its leather case unless he’s using it. Of course, you can’t drive a helicopter and snipe FND simultaneously, but leave it to Juan Cortez to try it.

“Are you sure?” 

He nods without hesitation.

“I promise I'll bring it back in one piece.” You give Juan a gentle smile, one that he returns, however it doesn’t reach his eyes and a sincere, solemn look washes over him for the second time today.

“Fuck the rifle– just promise me you won’t get into too much trouble down there… I can’t get you if I’m stuck in the skies,” You go to cut him off, to assure that he has nothing to worry about but Juan gets a word in before you can.

“We’ve got big plans after we get off this stinkin’ island– that depleted uranium isn’t going to build supremos on its own and the plan doesn’t involve you dying anytime soon.” His voice has the signature gravel to it, no doubt from years of yelling, drinking, smoking and god knows what else but it has a strain to it. A certain emotional edge to it, like he’s stressed and it’s only accentuated by his eyes are trained to his sniper instead of you.

“Look I’m not good with this thank you shit– and if it was anyone else I wouldn’t bother but fuck, you’re the only one that can pull me from the bottle and I keep worrying about what could happen– ah fuck it you know what I’m trying to say.”

“¿Por qué estás preocupado, mi viejo? está bien, lo prometo.” Your arms put the rifle back onto the workbench before wrapping your arms around him for a warm hug. It’s a little awkward at first, with neither of you ever really making such a direct approach beyond flirting and the unspoken cuddling which has quickly become a ‘no zone’ for talking about. 

All the awkwardness ends when Juan exhales the breath he was holding and melts into your hold. Your head is smushed into his shoulder, both your arms wrapped loosely around him as you try to ease his worry with physical touch rather than words. Clearly it's working.

You can’t help but smile into his shirt when he makes no attempt to move despite the rustle of people gathering for Clara's meeting. In fact, as you pull away you can’t help but notice how Juan moves with you– until you’re both flush together, noses nearly bumping.

“If you think I’m dying any time soon, you’ve got it all wrong old man– as if I’d leave all the fun for you. Besides, I still have that bet with Juilo that i’ll take out more FND than you.” Your smirk mimics Juan’s own as you snatch up his rifle and some spare ammo, along with any extra gear you might need as the two of you wander down into the barracks of Clara’s camp.

–

Together, you and Juan wander into the open campsite just as Benito begins flaring up at the thought of attacking the barricade and finally, fucking finally, escaping this island. 

“You want us to take down Antón's ships? We’re goddamn fishermen!”

“Then leave us to die again, my friend.”

Juan takes a comfortable seat away from the group, choosing instead to watch as Dani, Julio and Benito all watch in awe as Clara lights a blue flare, throwing it into the middle of last night’s campfire. You remain by Juan, choosing to clean your weapon and listen from afar. 

You’ve made it clear which side you’re on, that you’re willing to fight and die beside Clara as an equal on the battlefield in this fucked up civil war. Ever since she rescued you and took you in, your loyalty has always remained with Libertad. If Clara says you’re attacking Antón’s ships, then you’re with her every step of the way.

Both you and Juan watch as she passes a flare to Dani, who throws one in beside her own. A huff of blue goes into the air, until a steady stream of smoke rises above the canopy– if Castillo’s soldier’s didn’t know where the hideout was before, they certainly do now.

“What’s the plan Jefa? For Antón to see us from the fucking capital?” Juan’s fingers roll the cigar in his tell tale sign of internal panicking. 

“Getting cold feet old man?” Your elbow bumps against his own, using a tease to lighten the situation but you know without him having to say it that he appreciates the small gesture of affection.

“Yes.” Clara’s voice chimes in, full of authority like the leader of Libertad that she is. “You’ve got twenty minutes before Antón’s forces come. So you better start running.”  

You watch as Clara tests the will of her people– of the Yarans just trying to fight for the right for a peaceful life. Nobody moves as she demands they flee, to run off and hide like fighting together as a family isn’t the last thing we have.

She picks up a flare, holding it out as she strides over to the two of you, “Rules of the guerrilla! Juan Cortez. A revolution is not won by the fearless…” 

Juan looks over to you, the two of you sharing a nod as you both stand to join the circle.

“It is won by the feared.” You both say in unison as Clara places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing in an acknowledgment of your friendship and unwavering loyalty as you toss your own flare in with the heap.

“What does Antón Castillo fear? Free elections. Free expression. Free outcasts. A Yara free of Castillos.” She circles around to stand beside Dani, her stance wide and commanding as she gives her speech, “But he will fear nothing unless you’re willing to die for your freedom today– not when we have more believers or more guns. But today.”

There’s a splitting moment, time slowing as she removes herself from the anger of the revolution. Into the friend, the family, the person that you’ve come to know as just Clara. The wavering fear in her voice which makes her so human is evident, and it’s those times where she shows her emotions do you realise why you’re fighting for her– is because you’re fighting with her. Clara has always seen herself as equal to everyone around her, no less afraid but doing what she can to give the people she loves a better Yara.

“I am not fearless…I am scared as hell. But I promise you one thing, I will be feared.”

You watch beside Juan as everyone takes their turn, throwing in their own flare with an emphatic ‘¡Viva Libertad!’, all of the people you consider family united under Clara’s rally.

Eventually everyone disperses to gear up and restock their ammunition for the last time before heading home, leaving behind you, Juan and Dani who despite being the newest recruit has done more than her fair share for Libertad. 

“Does she know what she’s doing?” Dani sounds hesitant, and rightly so with how new she is to the crew but you catch the glint in her eyes, the admiration and lovestruck awe she has for Clara.

“Who cares Dani,” Juan makes a point of flicking his cigar into the blue flames of the flare, “She knows what we need.”

You holster your weapon, before gesturing to Dani to follow you towards one of the exits. “Common you’re with me– we’re hitting 'em from the ground.” Your attention falls to Juan, giving a salute as you walk backwards and over to some of the horses.

Juan waves back at you, walking back up the hill to where the helicopter is parked but not before he bids you farewell.

“See you from the skies, cariño!”

– 

Sitting at the lighthouse waiting for orders is your least favourite moment of all your missions with Libertad. During the heat of the moment between fighting for life and death, it’s easy to lose your thoughts and focus on the tasks at hand– whether that’s liberating outposts, stealing intel or securing resources.

But the anticipation kills you.

The silence of waiting for the radio static has you feeling jittery, your fingers running over the panels of your armour and the magazines of your weapons, double checking every little detail. Maybe that’s your nervous tick but it doesn’t help calm you, not as your feet sway over the edge of the lookout with your arms and legs wrapped securely around the railings.

Having the company of Dani certainly helps.

“So how long have you and Juan been together?”

Okay scratch that, if Dani’s company is going to have you talk about feelings not even you understand fully then you’re ready to redact that statement. You choke on nothing for a moment, coughing and spluttering awkwardly as heat swells in your face. It's only a small blessing that the cover of darkness makes it harder to notice. 

“Woah slow down Rojas– it’s not like that… it’s complicated.” Your hand rubs at the back of your neck, trying to find something to do other than reload your handgun for the millionth time. 

“Oh, sorry– I assumed cause I saw you hug earlier when you both got back,” Now it's her turn to feel a little awkward over the situation, “Guess I shouldn’t have assumed anything” 

Your soft chuckle lets her know you’re certainly not mad about the situation, her face watching yours closely as your eyes wander up to the sky, watching as the night breaks with the flash of the lighthouse. 

“Don’t stress about assuming anything– you’re right to extend but…” Your voice dies in your throat. 

“It’s complicated.” Dani finishes for you.

“Yeah,” You’ve never really stopped to think about the feelings that go on between the two of you. All you know is you’re not very good at talking about it unless one of you is insanely drunk, that being Juan, or the other gets injured, that being you.

It doesn’t help that every time you do try to talk about it, you’re either stranded on an island or the FND are chasing your ass. But you’ve learnt Yara isn’t the most ideal place for romance, all things considered.

When the radio crackles to life, both of you perk up as Clara does a check in with everyone over the comms. Thank the Oluwas for that blessing.

“You two in position at the lighthouse for our assault element?”

“Sí Jefa, our positions are good– we’ll wingsuit over in no time.”

“Muy bien,” Clara does her rounds, checking in with Julio, Benito and Raiza before calling on the infamous spymaster, “Juan, you copy?”

“Buckle up guerrilla’s! Air Juan is in the skies and my bullets are hungry.” At the sound of Juan’s ridiculous overexcitement, you can’t help but chuckle fondly. Luckily, the radio is off.

Dani looks at you with a smirk, like she’s got you all figured out. “Complicated huh? Sounds pretty clear to me what kind of a crush you’ve got going on.” 

You roll your eyes lightheartedly, standing up on the lighthouse as you prepare to wingsuit your way over.

“Yeah, yeah– I'll own up to mine when you own up to your little crush on Clara,” Your smile only grows as Dani looks absolutely flustered in that moment, “now let's get these ships out of the way, yeah? I’ll take the farthest one but signal if you need back up.”

“Got it.”

– 

Wingsuiting down is the easy part, but swimming with a supremo on your back and a mountain of gear has a whole mountain of challenges. You have to haul your body up the side of the ship's hull, using much needed strength to climb the ladder thanks to the weight of the water dragging you down.

“Ugh, they never tell you how heavy this shit feels.” Reaching the top of the ladder, your arms flap about to shake off excess water before quickly ducking for cover as a soldado roams the platform above you.

With your silencer attached, you crawl through the lower decks on your stomach, keeping yourself low to the ground as you take out unsuspecting soldados. Slowly, you make your way to the lookout, disarming an alarm along the way.

You’re quick to take out a special forces sniper, taking his place as you settle on the roof of the ship and look through the scope of your own rifle. Holding your breath to steady your aim, you swiftly take out a RPG who collapses on the floor with the thud.

The next few seconds are a blur after that.

Sirens ring throughout both ships and the soldados begin to swarm in large numbers. The fucking security camera. In an effort to take out as many soldiers as you could, you had completely missed the way the security camera scanned along the upper deck– only realising too late that the body had signalled the alarm almost immediately.

A soldado opens fire onto the roof you’re stationed on, and you quickly roll over, jumping down and out of sight in the opposite direction. As you land, a low groan leaves you as your knees take the brunt of the landing that’s going to bruise for days no doubt.

Gunfire is heard from all over as backup reserves start emerging from the lower decks. You’re unable to tell which direction they’re coming from as the slurry of heavy boots, yelling and bullets reverbs off the ship's hull– completely disorienting you.

It certainly doesn't help that Dani, Clara and Juan are all simultaneously ranting in your ear.

“Fuck–fuck–fuck!”

“Dani? What the hell is going on down there?”

“Cariño? Are you alive– coño!”

Both ships are in chaos as Dani tries to deal with her own onslaught of soldados. But you keep a level head, trying to methodically work through each soldado as you have near misses with bullets, grenades and an array of other explosives with your head low and weapon raised high.

You take the opportunity of an engineer reloading his weapon to make a run for the mast of the boat, hoping the high ground will give you the advantage again. The better view means you can hit your headshots better and not have to rely on armour piercing ammo to break bullet proof vests which you’re very close to running out of.

Juan’s helicopter comes flying over the horizon and into view, swivelling around in a flurry of arson as he takes out a bunch of heavily armed special forces from behind you. I’d totally missed those.

With the added back up, Juan and Raiza helped you as Julio and Benito stepped up for Dani– the odds were turned in your favour and it was easy to take out the remaining soldados from there. Just a few more hours and you’ll be home.

That was all the push you needed to finish off the last of stragglers, a deep feeling of relief washing over you as gunfire ceased and only big clouds of black smoke remained from both ships.

Everyone regrouped on your ship, giving each other congratulations and support as you waited for Clara to come and join you all. Dani had come to join you by your side, both of you waving and cheering as the boss’ boat got closer.

“I’d say that wasn’t half bad– we’re all alive aren’t we?” Your overly optimistic voice chimes in. 

Both you and Dani pat each other on the back, a feeling of friendship like you might be fighting beside her as allies for a long time to come.

Clara’s boat pulls up beside Antón’s, the size of it completely swallowed up by the sheer might of the naval ships. You watch from the top of the ladder as Dani slides down and climbs in. Clara gives you a knowing nod, but the newest recruit spins around in confusion after you don’t follow her down.

“You’re not coming with us?” Her voice sounds puzzled, like she might have misread your position in Libertad’s ranks but it all seems to click when a rope drops down beside you.

“I’m hitching a ride with this one,” your arm loops around the rope, getting a good grip to be able to grapple up to the helicopter waiting for you, “see you two back at camp!”

Giving your biggest wave you can muster with one arm, grappling over shark infested water from a helicopter as all the boats align north and everyone begins to head in the direction of home. And finally, you’re able to plop down into the chopper's seat.

Stealing his sunglasses from his breast pocket, you throw your head back and recline into the chair with your arms stretched out behind you.

“Ready to get the fuck out of here?”

“You know it, old man– don’t gotta ask me twice.”

– 

Getting two feet down on the helipad of Clara’s island feels like a weight being lifted off your shoulders, and it only grows as you finally get to walk into Juan’s office and dump your bags down onto the metal benches. The adrenaline of attacking the barricade has worn off, an exhaustion setting in that makes you want to curl up and sleep like the dead for a week.

“Home sweet home.”

But that can’t happen with the layer of armour on, nor can it happen with the supremo hanging on your shoulders. Neither of you mention how you steal one of Juan’s shirts to change into, or how half of your things practically belong in his bunker alongside his now.

When you return to the main area, now thoroughly comfortable, you find Juan already hunched over the workbench– a sight which currently offends you at this moment. 

“Oh no–no–no. Sleep first, resolver second.” Your hands drag him away from the tool-station with an arm looped around his side. Juan doesn’t argue with you as you pull him up to his ‘loft’ bedroom. If you can call scaffolding and worn down couches a bedroom. Not that you’ve minded, in fact you’ve grown rather fond of his strange living quarters.

You hit the couch with a soft thud, fluffing one of the pillows against the armrest to get comfortable as Juan grabs a light blanket and crawls in beside you. His arms wrap around you and soon your head is tucked onto his chest as you finally relax properly.

Both of you zone out to the sounds of your breathing, your eyes closing as you aimlessly trace the lines of his tattoos along his chest and collarbones. Eventually, Juan’s hand joins yours atop of his chest, looping your fingers together as you both drift off to a cosy, comfortable sleep.

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Bad movie I have Force of Nature 2020

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The Vessel (2016)

Director - Julio Quintana, Cinematography - Santiago Benet Mari

“One time father Douglas told me we’re all like raindrops falling from the sky. You feel alone right now, he explained. But someday you’ll melt into the ocean and realise you’re connected to every raindrop in the world. Maybe he’s right. Maybe we’re all just trying to melt back into each other. I don’t really know. But if I ever do reach that ocean… I don’t think I’ll be afraid.”

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Miss Universe Puerto Rico 2022 results: Fajardo's Ashley Cariño crowned in San Juan

Miss Universe Puerto Rico 2022 results: Fajardo’s Ashley Cariño crowned in San Juan

beauty pageant: Miss Universe Puerto Ricoedition: 66thdate: August 11, 2022venue: Luis A. Ferré Performing Arts Center, San Juan, Puerto Ricobroadcaster: WAPA-TVhosts: Estefania Soto, Julio Rivera-Saniel performers: Gloria Trevi, Jencarlos Canela, Victor Manuellejudges: Luz Nereida Velez, Vivian Santiago, Carlos Izcoa, Ana Teresa Toro, German Legarreta, Frances Rios, Eli Caycandidates:…

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El 22 de julio hubo un tiroteo hacía dos guerreros que apoyaban el paro nacional, dos colombianos (Rebecca pudo haber nacido en Alemania, pero es más colombiana que muchos de aquí), uno de ellos, Jhoan Sebastián Bonilla Bermudez, protegió a Rebecca Sproesser de todas las balas que contra ellos dispararon, 13 balas. 13 balas hacía dos personas indefensas que habían recibido anteriormente varias amenazas precisamente por apoyar la causa, por mostrar las atrocidades que se están cometiendo contra el pueblo Colombiano. Ella bañada en la sangre de su amigo, gritó hasta que alguien al fin se atrevió a ayudar, él le decía a ella que por favor no lo fuera a dejar solo, así que Rebecca estuvo a su lado día y noche, acompañándolo en el hospital. Aunque le siguieran llegando amenazas, sabía que en su lugar, su amigo tampoco se apartaría de ella.

Cuando al fin se denuncian los hechos, mi bella Colombia, mi vergonzosa Colombia que días antes humilló publicamente a nuestra querida Rebecca a través de un programa de radio con personajes de quinta como el señor Luis Carlos Velez que muy orgulloso de su patria le dijo a la nacida en Alemania que ella debería estar dando la lucha por su país, que se meta en lo de ella porque Colombia es de él. Algo xenófobos, pero bien pagados nuestros entrevistadores. Cuando se denuncia lo ocurrido la Colombia del señor de la FM que no se conforma con lo malo, sino que quiere lo peor, lo terrible, lo más horrendo; decide que la solución es echarla a patadas del país e impedirle el retorno por nada menos que ¡10 años!

Apenas Rebecca se sube al vuelo el 28 de julio a las 7:40 pm, le llega el mensaje de que Jhoan Sebastián Bonilla Bermudez falleció, el amigo que la salvó de los 13 tiros, no pudo seguir luchando por su vida. Rebecca desesperada pensando que era culpa de ella por haberse separado de él, por dejarlo solo debido a fuerzas mayores, comienza a llorar y gritar de forma tal que estando en la última fila, el mismo capitán llega a consolarla para poder iniciar el vuelo.

Un casco fue lo que le dejó Rebecca a su amigo Jhoan, el casco que la protegió a ella todos los días mientras acompañaba a los chicos en el mismísimo portal resistencia en Cali.

Que una persona no originaría de aquí muestre tal preocupación por el pueblo colombiano, porque claro, poco se ha visto de un pueblo que se asesina así mismo, de un pueblo que es su propio enemigo, eso a lo que estamos tan acostumbrados; y se quede dispuesta a mostrar lo que los medios se niegan a mostrar y tras eso se atrevan a minimizar, merece la admiración de toda la nación.

Yo no quiero la Colombia del señor Velez, no me interesa pertenecer a esta, yo quiero estar en la Colombia por la que muchos jóvenes asesinados desde el 28 de abril como Jhoan Sebastián, luchaban; por la que Rebecca se enamoró. 

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excerpt from the linked article by: The Broad Committee for the Search for Equity (CABE in Spanish):

“We demand that the Police and the government respond to this crisis of violence against LGBTQ people immediately and urgently. It is your duty to report the status of investigations and conduct them in accordance with established protocols for hate crimes, the correct treatment of trans and LGBTQ people and in accordance with the reform of the Police. They are killing us and the government is looking the other way. This epidemic of anti-LGBTQ violence is as important as the emergency that we are all experiencing right now”, said Pedro Julio Serrano, a CABE spokesman.

On Monday, April 27, CABE sent a letter to the Secretary of Public Security, Pedro Janer, and to the Commissioner of the Police Bureau, Henry Escalera, demanding an immediate and urgent meeting with Janer and Escalera in order to demand answers on the status of the investigations, the plan for surveillance and prevention of these crimes, as well as a guarantee that the processes will be carried out in accordance with the protocols and free of prejudice.

“The violence we are experiencing has its roots in the hateful rhetoric and actions by fundamentalist politicians and religious leaders who incite violence, who persecute, demonize and attack LGBTQ people. Enough of using us as scapegoats for your divisive agendas. We are as human beings as the rest of society and we deserve the same respect, the same freedom and the same equity”, said Carmen Milagros Vélez Vega, a CABE spokesperson. 

Natasha Alor, a young trans activist, called for “creating a society in which respect for diversity is a value, not a weapon to attack the experiences of another human being. Our lives experience violence every second of the day. This is not only unfair, it is inhumane. As trans people we demand respect for our lives and the guarantee that justice will be done so that these crimes do not go unpunished and do not happen again”. 

Lastly, Justin Jesus Santiago, a CABE ally, emphasized that “it is time for this government to demonstrate that it is going to fulfill its duty to protect trans people and LGBTQ people. We recognize the Coronavirus emergency, but there is also the emergency of homophobic and transphobic violence that is killing us. It is time to act. Not one more LGBTQ person can die because of hatred.”

Organizations supporting this call to action:

Alianza de Comercio LGBTTQ+ de PR

Amnistia Internacional Puerto Rico

Asociación de Psicología de Puerto Rico

Bienestar Human Services

Butterflies Trans Foundation

CARIB

Casa Juana Colon

Casa Julia

COAI, Inc.

Colectivo Orgullo Arcoiris- PRIDE PR

Colegio de Abogados y Abogadas de Puerto Rico

Comite Organizador Desfile Orgullo Boqueron

Concilio de Iglesias

Coordinadora Paz para la Mujer

Diversxs Puerto Rico

EDUCAMOS

Escuela Espírita Allan Kardec

Federación de Maestros

GLAAD

Hause of Martell

Hispanic Federation

Human Rights Campaign

Inter Mujeres

Lambda Legal

Latino Commission on Aids

Mesa de Dialogo Martin Luther King

Movimiento Amplio de Mujeres

National Center for Transgender Equality

National LGBTQ Task Force

New York City Anti-Violence Project (AVP)

Organización Puertorriqueña de la Mujer Trabajadora

Orgullo Boquerón

OutRight Action International

Poetas Sin Marcha

Pro Mujeres

Proyecto Matria, Inc.

Puerto Rico Para Tod@s

Sindicato Puertorriqueño de Trabajadores y Trabajadoras

Spectrum

Trans Youth Coalition

Waves Ahead & SAGE Puerto Rico

People in their individual capacity:

Alejandro Santiago Calderón

Albert Rodríguez

Alegna Malavé Marrero

Alvaro Brusi, Ingeniero

Amarillys Muñoz, Psicóloga Clínica y Catedratica

Angel Crespo, Trabajador Social

Beatriz Gonzalez , Educadora

Carlos Camuy

Daniel Velázquez

David Mejias

Debbie Aruz, MD

Desiree Cardoza

Diannette Fantauzzi

Doroti Santiago, Educadora

Dra. América Facundo, Catedrática

Dra. Lisandra Torres

Dra. Mercedes Rodríguez

Dra. Sarah Malavé

Duane Kolterman

Eduardo Nuñez Caldero, Comerciante

Elizabeth Fernandez O’Brien, Artista

Ellen Pratt, Catedratica Retirada

Esther Vicente-Inter Mujeres

Estrella Baerga Santini, Educadora

Eva Ayala, Educadora

Ilia Cornier, Agrónoma

Irene La farga, Psicóloga Social Comunitaria

Isabel Feliciano

Jaime Vazquez-Bernier, Abogado

Javier La farga, fotógrafo profesional

Javier Nolla Vila

Joey Pons

Jorge Iván López Martínez

Julian Silva

Juliana Maria Acosta Velez, Estudiante UPR

Justin Jesus Santiago

Kayra Lee Naranjo

Larry Emil Alicea- Presidente Federación Internacional de Trabajo Social América Latina y el Caribe

Lcda. Verónica Rivera Torres, CLADEM

Leonell Justiniano

Lisa Morales, Profesora Universitaria

Lorenza Ortiz, Educadora

Luis Rivera Pagán Profesor Emerito de Teología Ecuménica (Princeton Theological Seminary)

Luisa Acevedo-Jubilada

Madeline Roman, Sociologa

Maria Dolores Fernos, Abogada

María E.Lara, Educadora

Marilucy González-Inter Mujeres

Mario Amílcar Torres Lara

Marisol Pares Avila , Educadora

Marisol Velez-Vega, Terapista Fisico

Marlyn Souffont, Educadora

Mary Cele Rivera Martinez, Abogada

Mayra Cabrera-Ulloa, Audiologa

Mayra Molinary, Artista Plastica

Naira Lee

Nicole Chacón

Obispo Rafael Moreno

Patricia Otón-Inter Mujeres

Patricia Velez-Vega, Educadora

Profesora Yanira Reyes

Rev. Felipe Lozada  Montañez

Ruth Otero, Catedratica UPR Retirada

Simara Fierce

Sylas Crow Cardoza

Teresa Previdi, cineasta

Wally Soto

Will Tirado

Zoraida Santiago, Antropologia Social