Tagged Chicana Feminist

Anonymous is a Woman

Why do (some) people keep complaining that those of us writing original work for this blog are choosing to remain anonymous? Why are you so uncomfortable? Is it a problem because we don’t need credit for our words? Are you disturbed because our egos don’t need stroking with pats on the back and high-fives? Does it bother you to not have a specific target to aim at when you disagree? Are you afraid that it’s your sister, your girlfriend, your mother who’s writing — and you don’t know? We speak collectively because of our politics. We do not claim authorship…

Why malintZINE?: A Letter From Your Editors

One Zapatista philosophy says that a community should move as quickly as its slowest member. When people first see me, many falsely assume I’m that slowest member. Within the United States our language, our economy and our norms are part of a legacy of conquest that pushes me to that abject space—a place in society, in our communities, in our homes—that few embrace, initially anyways. I limped through the margins, silently fearful and with the world’s weight on my preadolescent, adolescent, early adulthood’s shoulders. The veil was in place, and I couldn’t have dreamed an alternate reality; this is life,…

From: The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House

“For women, the need and desire to nurture each other is not pathological but redemptive, and it is within that knowledge that our real power is rediscovered. It is this real connection which is so feared by a patriarchal world. Only within a patriarchal structure is maternity the only social power open to women.” ~ Audre Lorde       “Women of today are still being called upon to stretch across the gap of male ignorance and to educate men as to our existence and our needs. This is an old and primary tool of all oppressors to keep the…

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…

An Open Letter to the Men of the Left, Especially in the Chican@ Community, Especially in Tucson

We refuse to make a choice between our cultural identity and sexual identity, between our race and our femaleness. We are not turning our backs on our people nor on our selves. — Cherríe Moraga, This Bridge Called My Back There is one thing that the Left and the Right often agree on: women’s concerns (our rights, our safety, our health, our progress) are disposable, dispensable; they are a distraction from the truly “important” issues. We won’t address the issues of the Right here, but we say to our sisters and brothers on the Left: If you claim to be…

Loose Woman

They say I’m a beast And feast on it When all along I thought that’s what a woman was They say I’m a bitch Or witch I’ve claimed the same and never winced They say I’m a macha, hell on wheels, viva-la-vulva, fire and brimstone, man-hating, devastating, boogey-woman lesbian Not necessarily, but I like the compliment The mob arrives with stones and sticks to maim and lame and do me in All the same, when I open my mouth they wobble like gin Diamonds and pearls tumble from my tongue Or toads and serpents Depending on the mood I’m in I like the itch I…