{11.4.15} (un)mask

We Wear the Mask // Paul Lawrence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and…

{7.4.15} vanquished: the first [x-p-licit]

Hooola washiiita… ¿vamos? Heyyyyy [derogatory+sexualized term for a woman]…. you comin’?  Fuck off. I toss it over my shoulder as a grin breaks loose from the curl of my lips. I don’t like to swear, but I won’t complain. It’s my first time confronting a catcall on the fly. Shoulders square and I slip into a slight swagger, despite the african drum I’m…

{4.4.15} multipurpose love buckets: a how-to guide

¡Dejale regalonearte! Let her love you! says Juan, my host dad, as my host mom hovers about trying to bring me ice or kleenex or an apple, all of which I turn down, even as I sit in a crumpled heap after yet another Knee Incident. I’m more than a bit desolate, but accepting help feels, in…

{28.3.15} friction

How can we talk along friction lines? Feel out the clash without crashing… and burning? This is a question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately. I keep on reading about feminism, about heteronormativity, the hierarchical gender binary, internalized sexism, daily microagressions. And then I have conversations about this, all gung-ho with my new knowledge, with guy…