*hugs* i feel you.
i get that line all. the. time. often, they use it as a conversation starter, or, this happened to me a few times, people will just come creep up on me at whole foods when i’m trying to buy some bougie apple juice in peace. it’s such a gross, weird feeling to have a total stranger come up to you and say “what are you? where are you from?” it feels like they’re saying “hey you! you don’t belong here and clearly are not white, don’t fit into my everyday worldview and it makes me nervous!”
also being asked “what are you" like you’re a little weird bug or a deep sea fish and not a human being is super rudeeeee, no matter who’s doing the asking. it’s also scary sometimes because, if you choose to give an answer, you never know who might want to pick a fight or hurt you or say/do some even more racist stuff that’ll ruin your day/week/month/year/life.
i’ve just taken to responding with “that is a very rude question” and keep on walking by with my head up. i just won’t deal with that kind of nonsense anymore.
Happy Indigenous Peoples’ Day!
Forget Columbus. (Forget Bartolomé, another European colonizer the Oatmeal has been making quite popular.) Solidarity in the struggle for decolonization!
*raises my little mestiza fist in solidarity, love, truth and fury*
Lots of nice things happened lately, watching the GRIDLORDS performance at the IPRC this past Friday was especially sweet and funny and lovely. I’m sad I was sick as hell, getting over some bronchitis, and had to leave a little early. I still got to watch all the readings though and hear some songs, and it was great!
I’m currently working on a tiny comic about HUEHUECOYOTL, the spooky Indigenous Mexican god of coyotes, war and mischief. It’s due out in a week or so, and in time for Halloween!
I’m using lots of black ink and paint in everything I make lately, it feels refreshing and nice.
speaking personally, i know when i’m in love when i feel like i’ve known that person for my whole life, even if i’ve only known them for less than a week. i know it’s love when we both admit we feel that way with no provocation. i know i’m in love when i feel like i’ve known a person my whole life but also feel a sick twinge in my gut when we have to spend real time apart, and that they feel sick about it too, but that we can still let each other go. it does not happen often at all. i know i am in love when that person is really sick and throwing up in my room, or maybe really sad and crying, or maybe being very impossible and arguing with me, and despite it all, more tender parts open up in my chest instead of feeling grossed out or finished.
i know i am out of love when i cannot trust someone or feel kindness between us anymore.
Had a pretty good birthday yesterday! I got muddy and ate a lot of pizza😁✨
when you bite into a legit bolillo and then go on to make molletes with it, you see the face of god and know your place in the world.
So into this lip color + messy hair. Autumn goals.
Wow so nice and cute!!! Frankie Magazine featured some of my old film photos on their blog today and said some very sweet things about me, awwww. Thanks Frankie!
Gathering the ghost/aka bird spirit. I just can’t seem to let this one go, so she lives with me. It still smells like the vanilla tea I stained the wood with, and I painted it all to Good Kid, M.A.A.D City. Forever painting mestiz@s in pearl earrings.
Hey if we ever hang out irl with a bottle of cheap wine, I’m gonna make you dance to this song with me. Even in a hospital bed. Say yes or say noooo ♪♪♪♪
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SUPER MOON in my birthday month at my favorite time of year.
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I dreamt I was Coyolxauhqui getting ripped to pieces but I woke up and was fine. All limbs are intact!
I’m painting today. It’s crisp outside and I’m mixing paint and sanding wood in the living room of our apartment. I’m not in pain right now and I had a good doctor visit this morning. Life feels ok.
I’m not Coyolxauhqui today.