From January, 2013

Are you a boy or a girl?

“Are you a boy or a girl?” I walk into a gas station convenience store, pick up my Snapple and head to the register to pay. “Good evening, Sir. How are you doing today?” I ask, with a smile on my face.  “Good, how are you?” the clerk responds.“I’m doing well” I say. He tells me my total and I hand him a $20 bill. While making my change, he keeps looking up at me. I know this look. He is trying to figure me out. My baggy clothes and fitted hat are making it hard for him to identify me.  He looks me in the eye…

Surviving

I think it’s time to talk about it because I don’t really think I can afford to be quiet anymore. Last night I reached an epiphany that has given me simultaneous feelings of  terror, hopelessness, and a strange sort of weightlessness I guess people call freedom. I realized that I may never feel completely “okay” again and that sexual trauma isn’t just something you just magically erase from your life. The truth is ugly and wretched but I’m never again denying what happened to me because I know that to deny my rape is an insult to not only myself…

Old Ways

When referring to the “old ways” to do away with We meant the patriarchy that has been killing(rapingbeatingsilencingsuppressinghating) us And going back to those older ways when our voices could sing Unfettered Openly Without fear. You know: Matriarchy. Those days when we knew a profound love.   Those times when everyone acknowledged the power of women to create Healthy Societies Healthy Families Healthy Lives A Healthy Earth A Healthy Time to live in   Don’t get stuck on supposed definitions When we’ve been staring you right in the face this whole time.

Chicana Anger

People might not understand my anger, my rage. They see a white girl with vaguely dark features….she could be Hispanic or Greek. Well motherfuckers, I am both Chicana and Greek! And a mescla of some bastardized white bastard. The color of my skin doesn’t do me justice. I’ve assimilated into two cultures I was born into; I am a mutt, a mulatta. But to my gente, I am someone to look at cautiously, even when I’ve been vouched for. Then they realize I’m as dark as they, but still translate things to me. ¡Comprendo putos! Are you not listening to my Southside…

getting hit on in the movement

*Disclaimer:  This is for those men (youknowwhoyouare – even if you don’t have a clue)   Believe it or not I didn’t come here to meet you holdingbackthemovement men. The dreams of a woman  run in rivers  and that’s what brought me.   Some of these holdingbackthemovement men don’t understand when I say “I’m not interested” As in: I got a path I’m on and you’re standing in my way. Never never gonna sleep in your bed! I refuse to suffocate in your blindness.   Some of these holdingbackthemovement men got some egos like Gaping Holes filled with fantasies and…

Borderlands

Though we “understand” the root causes of male hatred and fear, and the subsequent wounding of women, we do not excuse, we do not condone, and we will no longer put up with it. From the men of our race, we demand the admission/ acknowledgement/disclosure/testimony that they wound us, violate us, are afraid of us and of our power. We need them to say they will begin to eliminate their hurtful put-down ways. But more than the words, we demand acts. We say to them: we will develop equal power with you and those who have shamed us. It is…

Bigger Things

I hope you’re one of the lucky ones who left untouched, But I know you don’t get to be that strong without trauma. I know. We knew of each other. We knew each other before we met. I met you today and I know your history, our background. I know your weaknesses, your triumphs, your fears, your life. And you know mine. Our visions intersect and today our lives did too (finally). We have each other. To confide in. To revolutionize with. To bitch at. To understand. Holy fuck Chicana mamas, you are raining them down to me like acid…

Mother to Son: familial obligations & roles as wombyn

It is almost humorous how our rolls have changed. malintZINE wasn’t the beginning of recognition on part of the injustices against Chicanas by their fellow Chicanos, but has been a catalyst to verbally combat the hetero-patriarchy that has thrived within the Ethnic Studies movement for too long. Privilege is not an easy thing to give up, so it is not surprising to the wombyn of color that those who have been proud of their power status feel targeted, victimized, and wronged.  When the oppressed finally point out the oppressor, his first move is to be defensive and lash out. We…

“The way I see things, everyone is entitled to their opinion…”

You say “enlightened mujeres” as if that’s a bad thing? And as if that is new…You call out the medium we use to tell our stories yet it is the same medium you use… You say don’t be outraged if you respond to our “attacks” so in that case don’t be outraged by our response to the vilification of our voices by you. You are asking us to ignore experiences we’ve had because they involved “brown men” and our stories do not “support MAS”. You are asking us to do the same thing you claim to be against—the silencing of…

I am the Malinche

I am the malinche   Bitch who took the ‘good fork’ with flowers etched on the ends This selfish act justification for sharp points (plain… no flowers) thrown at my skull [bitch] ‘Mijita, give him the nice one’ Your fault [bitch]   I am the malinche   Bitch hiding in my room because our hallway is too small for us both and he is above me I need to move. Make room. [bitch] Plus I got shit to take care of in here Skin red, slits of color, marks from rusted razors—get it out before you go out. Make no…