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Girl Code, Responsibility, Accountability and In Lak Ech

I didn’t believe my friend when she was raped. …… The last few years in Tucson have been a struggle to survive. With the battles in our communities and legislation targeting brown people of color on indigenous land – we have nearly killed each other and the work and the fight and the fighting has made us all sick – susto. It deserves writing that will never end now that it has started. Through it all, I now reflect on two moments when I know I fucked up. I monumentally fucked up and hurt other women. When it first happened,…

Selfish Lover

“It doesn’t always have to be about you.” It is always about me though. You make it about me. You make it about me making it about myself. But it isn’t about me. It’s about you. You take my silence for anger, instead of hurt. You justify your actions by blaming the situation on me. You shrink me, because you can, and when I refuse to let you, I’m being an overactive heartless bitch. “You started it. You said something hurtful, so I said something even more hurtful back. I had to one-up you. You act like you’re the only…

Reflection… Correction… Direction…

Here’s the thing — a little more clarification is necessary since it seems that the confusion continues. First of all — this is not a competition for fans or views or reads. When we set out to launch malintZine on December 21, 2012 we had a vision of offering an anonymous space for women to speak their truths. Truths that had been silenced for too long. MalintZine has been and will continue to be a radically safe space that will ferociously protect the anonymity of our authors. But malintZine and her authors are not just the women who you’ve seen…

Eve Who Ate the Apple

I am that black velvet blue ink sky of silent solitude. Yes, my whisper is that toneless breath on the wind. A truth speaking louder than words. And yes, my night will swallow you. Devour you, whole. The unspoken song of a woman confined by the roles placed upon our bodies by men. By those without sight, wisdom, nor intuition. Yes, we see this all, a shadowy, hazy vision, and stand by to make way for your falling stars Captured in our open hands, still swollen from the endless throb of our taboo sexuality.

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…

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.

A Taste of Power: A Black Woman’s Story

A woman in the Black Power movement was considered, at best, irrelevant. A woman asserting herself was a pariah. A woman attempting the role of leadership was, to my proud black Brothers, making an alliance with the “counter-revolutionary, man-hating, lesbian, feminist white bitches.” It was a violation of some Black Power principle that was left undefined. If a black woman assumed a role of leadership, she was said to be eroding black manhood, to be hindering the progress of the black race. She was an enemy of black people. Her strategy for functioning as a woman was to rely on the…