I've Seen Gentrification Break the Promises of the Great Migration

I've Seen Gentrification Break the Promises of the Great Migration

I was rooted in when, and when was the promise of arrival at the place where I might finally be free. Free of what, I was never sure. It was a destination, regardless. Maybe free was the place or thing my great-grandparents sought when they came here. In the 100 years since the Great Migration started, what’s different for Black Americans, if anything at all?

Níxokówa

Níxokówa

To hold a Two-Spirit family and all the heartache that each of us brings requires patience, compassion, and empathy. Almost like a blood relation family but more because we are dedicated to each other’s recovery by choice. We choose to love each other stronger, to hug tighter, to sit longer with each other’s feelings because no one else will.

Leaving The Turtle’s Back

Leaving The Turtle’s Back

My journey would took me to the west coast of Turtle Island, across Europe, India, Nepal, Dubai, New Zealand, and Costa Rica. These lands were beautiful with so many moments that left me speechless. It was an honour to share sacred space with these folx. I listened to the many stories about the impacts of colonialism on their lands and their strength in resilience. These stories sounded all too familiar.

My Body Is a Math Problem for Those Blood Quantum Mechanics

My Body Is a Math Problem for Those Blood Quantum Mechanics

Few people I talked to cared about the blood quantum of potential partners until college. Suddenly, I was surrounded by Indigenous students. Native girls spend their lunches adding up blood quantum fractions, trying to figure out whether any babies will make the requirements for their tribe or their new boyfriend’s tribe. I nickname them the BQMs (Blood Quantum Mechanics).

Telling My Story and Letting Go of the Past That's Written in My Skin

Telling My Story and Letting Go of the Past That's Written in My Skin

Growing up, the relationship I had with my body was distant because I had to detach to survive. My case of eczema was so rare that the doctors used me as an experiment. I would stare at the ceiling and count the tiles while the doctors talked about me like I wasn’t there. I would resist but ultimately go along with my parents’ wishes even though it meant giving away control.

I Thrive in the Surplus and Sensory Excess of Suciedad

I Thrive in the Surplus and Sensory Excess of Suciedad

Smells of fried food and the sounds of el barrio attack the senses because they are overwhelming in their grimy latinidad. Sucias, thus, are Latinx women and femmes that are excessive in their speech, their smells, their look, their overall volume. This Latinx femininity is read as queer because sucias fail to conform to a particular cis, heterosexual, white femininity in their excess.

I Am Trans, a Woman, & a Mother, and I'm Finding Peace and Strength in This Puzzle Unknown

I Am Trans, a Woman, & a Mother, and I'm Finding Peace and Strength in This Puzzle Unknown

How do others encourage their children to eat their vegetables and make showers seem like fun; how to teach five-year-olds about consent and bodily autonomy; how to make a little brown child proud of their history and unashamed of their experiences. This past year has assured me of my power to guide my child to find themselves. I do not have all of the answers; but, here we are, existing together, like my mother and I did years ago.

Autistic, Trans, & Latinx: My Survival Is Our Community's Survival Against Gentrification

Autistic, Trans, & Latinx: My Survival Is Our Community's Survival Against Gentrification

I am my own personal strand of autistic Latinx Trans woman. I am faithful, non-violent, and like to live simply. I don't take up a lot of space and don't ask for much in return but a bit of respect. Yet, that little space I occupy has consistently been threatened or erased by a culture that does not understand me and has no desire to do so, as well as outside forces that want me gone.

In Escaping Venezuela, I Found My Queerness & Latinidad as an Expat in the Persian Gulf

In Escaping Venezuela, I Found My Queerness & Latinidad as an Expat in the Persian Gulf

I see a lot of my struggles reflected in the Queer Latinx community in the US. Living in a borderline and performing that balancing act between American and Latinx is something I could relate to being Venezuelan and a ‘citizen of the world’. From these communities I gradually learned that there was space for my identities to co-exist without contradicting each other.

My Lighter Features Grant Me Privilege but People Still Fear the Black in Me

My Lighter Features Grant Me Privilege but People Still Fear the Black in Me

Queer and trans people of color are no exception to internalizing and perpetuating anti-Blackness, colorism, transphobia, misogyny, ableism, fatphobia, and even homophobia. Consequently, we are not free from the biases that construct people who are Black, dark-skinned, trans, women, disabled, and/or fat as intimidating, unapproachable, or undesirable.