I’m bringing him back. The Genderbread Person.
A very simplified diagram to gender but please read the link to
Breaking through the binary: Gender explained using continuums
Daniel Nightbird is an Ojibwe teen living on the Leech Lake reservation who’s taking care of his young sister alone. Down to his last dollar, when he’s suddenly evicted it sets in motion a desperate search for a safe place on the Rez, which is harder to come by than even he imagined.
more info on the film here
— Hey, hippie girl, you Mexican? On both sides?
— Front & back, I say.
— You sure don’t look Mexican.
A part of me wants to kick their ass. A part of me feels sorry for their stupid ignorant selves. But if you’ve never been farther south than Nuevo Laredo, how the hell would you know what Mexicans are supposed to look like, right?
There are the green-eyed Mexicans. The rich blond Mexicans. The Mexicans w/the faces of Arab sheiks. The Jewish Mexicans. The big-footed-as-a-German Mexicans. The leftover-French Mexicans. The chaparrito compact Mexicans. The Tarahumara tall-as-a-desert-saguaro Mexicans. The Mediterranean Mexicans. The Mexicans w/Tunisian eyebrows. The negrito Mexicans of the double coasts. The Chinese Mexicans. The curly-haired, freckled-faced, red-headed Mexicans. The Lebanese Mexicans. Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about when you say I don’t look Mexican. I am Mexican. Even though I was born on the U.S. side of the border.
Gloria Evangelina Anzaldúa
September 26, 1942 - May 15, 2004In honor of Gloria Anzaldúa, I will be giving away 5 prints of my Anzaldúa piece!
To enter you must reblog this with your favorite quote/passage from Anzaldúa before May 15th, 2013, 11:49pm … and that’s it!
5 Winners will be selected randomly and announced between May 17th-20th between (You will be messaged too so please keep your ask boxes open)
Suerte! *hugs*
-whereismimente
Anzaldúa vive!
“Nobody’s going to save you. No one’s going to cut you down, cut the thorns thick around you. No one’s going to storm the castle walls nor kiss awake your birth, climb down your hair, nor mount you onto the white steed. There is no one who will feed the yearning. Face it. You will have to do, do it yourself.”
Angela Davis
Excerpt from “Masked Racism: Reflections on the Prison Industrial Complex”
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