It seems my birthday doesnāt end š!in all honesty I wanted to celebrate all of these women who have helped shape me to the woman I am. They deserve all the praise!! I wanted them to loosen that load and have fun! They are all so kind hearted and amazing. My wish is they take more time for themselves and enjoy each other and the bonds we have formed! Life is truly beautiful and I am beyond blessed to have them by my side! It took a village of bad ass women to raise me how lucky am I? š We had the absolute best time with the best guide Mark!
Mark you reminded me the beauty of people of a stranger who couldāve thought I was crazy but instead accepted me( a great wingman) Mark you are an exceptional man and I do believe we have met before itās nice to reconnect š thank you thank you!
I leave you all with my all time favorite quote
āI believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
“I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride.”
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
Out of solidarity to our black brothers and sisters I will not be posting for a while on anything other than awareness on racial injustice. I feel it is wrong to address the issues and then continue after like, I did my part let me move on.
The only way I can try to relate to this suffering of our black community is by thinking of my grief on the small scale and translating it to what the community feels. I will parallel this to the loss of my father.. when he died I had a hole in my heart. And people they said they were sorry but the world went on quickly. It stung. How could I be around people who look happy when my heart was shattered? I Held anger that people after a week or a month even years spoke to me like nothing was wrong because they didnāt want to know how I really was doing. I still remember when people would say hi āhow are youāā days after his death and I would swallow and say āgoodā. Isnāt that what Iām supposed to say? Responding āGoodā felt like acid slipping out of my mouth. It was infuriating to have to pretend I was āgoodā for the comfort of others. People ask how are you but they donāt really want to know. People say they care but itās only to the extent that they can tolerate without feeling uneasy. People canāt stand being uncomfortable. And if you are white, straight and male you donāt have to be uncomfortable. Is this wrong? I think so. I think we shouldnāt say things we donāt mean. We shouldnāt half way show support. I donāt know what the right thing to do is. I just know I want to somehow do more than share a picture of George Floyd.
The black community is grieving the loss of so many lives unjustly taken. We canāt keep doing this. We canāt keep saying āthe right thingā to soothe our own guilt. My skin is white and I am ashamed I can choose whiteness when the people I love and care for cannot. I walk in a body that sadly allows me to be blind to the other-side. And Iāve chosen to be blind so many times. Iāve chosen to look white and look straight because itās easier.
I get trapped in my head. And I sit in a catatonic state and think HOW? How can I possibly change anyoneās opinion? How can I make people see how I see. The answer is I cannot. Change is not pointing fingers at people. Change is doing the right thing and having faith in your passion that the truth you spread will ignite in others. Another parallel to my life and my passion is I canāt make anyone exercise or take care of their mental health. What I can do is share my passion in hopes of people understanding why I am the way I am. And maybe with that I can create a ripple in my own small community and those who I touch will spread to others in their community creating even more ripples. So again I am writing because it is a gift that I feel I must use and at least try to spread the thoughts in my head.
I was born in the United States. My family immigrated here from Mexico. My dad was here on a work visa and some how I am ok with not empathizing with my brown roots. What is wrong with me? Like I said I can turn off my brownness and my queerness and itās not ok. Itās not ok that I can choose to be quiet. There is so much wrong in this world and the wrong it starts with me. If I continue to ignore and stay quiet I am just as bad as people who say racism doesnāt exist.
When I was in a race and ethnicity class my professor stated that being black is like everyone is starting a race but the black person starts way behind everyone else. Itās human nature to one up and take advantage. But itās human kindness to stop racing when the race isnāt fare.
“I conceive that there are two kinds of inequality among the human species; one, which I call natural or physical, because it is established by nature, and consists in a difference of age, health, bodily strength, and the qualities of the mind or of the soul: and another, which may be called moral or political inequality, because it depends on a kind of convention, and is established, or at least authorised by the consent of men. This latter consists of the different privileges, which some men enjoy to the prejudice of others; such as that of being more rich, more honoured, more powerful or even in a position to exact obedience.”
“THE first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of saying This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows, “Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody.”
āIt now became the interest of men to appear what they really were not. To be and to seem became two totally different things; and from this distinction sprang insolent pomp and cheating trickery, with all the numerous vices that go in their train.āāThus he must have been sly and artful in his behaviour to some, and imperious and cruel to others; being under a kind of necessity to ill-use all the persons of whom he stood in need, when he could not frighten them into compliance, and did not judge it his interest to be useful to them. Insatiable ambition, the thirst of raising their respective fortunes, not so much from real want as from the desire to surpass others, inspired all men with a vile propensity to injure one another, and with a secret jealousy, which is the more dangerous, as it puts on the mask of benevolence, to carry its point with greater security. In a word, there arose rivalry and competition on the one hand, and conflicting interests on the other, together with a secret desire on both of profiting at the expense of others. All these evils were the first effects of property, and the inseparable attendants of growing inequality.ā
If youāve read this far now I will analyze.
Man kind is good but property is evil. As the philosophers state someone said this is mine and we all were like ok bet what do we do now? We will do what you say but something has to be in it for us. Those who own the property (dominant group being white heterosexual male) create a competition for the property. If we werenāt all competing then why would we listen to this individual? We disregard compassion for property(money). Greed and power is what makes us bad because it turns our primal instinct of survival mode on. As a society we are capitalists meaning property is our goal. We will not slow down to help others because all we care about is ourselves and protecting our property. So maybe the only way we can stop inequality is by stepping away from the race to get ahead and opening our eyes to compassion again. If we loosen the grip a little on how much money weights our actions maybe then can we be compassionate…
For example when looking at the pandemic and our lack of compassion for its effects and how we donāt want to continue social distance and wearing masks because we want our property(jobs back). We donāt care that people are dying and our doctors and nurses are overworked because itās not beneficial to be compassionate. As servants to the economy we will do just about anything for a paycheck to continue. Global warming is not addressed because of how huge the oil business is. We are just pawns in the scheme of the top 1%. All of labors to make ends meet is essentially to line the pockets of those who never had to work a day in their lives. And we donāt care that black men and women are killed by an institution put in place to protect us. Dealing with racial inequality means giving away our resources without our personal benefit. We like being above someone in the hierarchy and blacks much like Jews are the scapegoats of society.
So I pose these questions.
Who would you be if you could live without having to worry about making your next mortgage payment, phone bill, and car payment?
Why are we working hard fighting each other for the profit of someone else?
What would happen if we stopped pointing fingers at each other and started working together to solve our shared issues?
Will we ever be able to be collectively a compassionate human race again?
I remember like yesterday the anxiety you had about being yourself. I remember times in the shower when your thoughts got so heavy denying your sexuality you felt you were going to pass out from the weight. I remember you crying every night because you were carrying so much shame and grief. You didnāt want to be different. You held onto being hidden in order to appease everyone but yourself. And for that I am sorry. I am sorry I waited so long to fight for us.
I am proud of you. I accept you. I have tried to hide you because I was ashamed of you. In reality that person you were is not someone I should be ashamed of. Itās someone I should be celebrating. You lived hidden so I could be free in a healthy way.
It was dark, scary and lonely. In those years I had to choose if Iād stay in the dark forever or trust that in order to become a butterfly I had to stop thinking like a caterpillar. My cocoon stage was uncomfortable and daunting. This stage lasted around ten years. It took me eight to even realize I could change. When I made small steps to move forward I began to see light. I began to reclaim my life.
I was pushed forward with life instead of directing it. I just thought things will change but I never put together opportunities for change couldnāt happen without work from myself. In order to see success I had to start believing in me.
I thought because I am gay and overweight I donāt deserve opportunity. I denied myself before anyone could deny me and in that way I was staying trapped in the dark cocoon that became my comfort. Even though it was lonely it convinced me it was safe. The dark was where I could be left alone and not deal with my insecurities.
Iād spend hours in my room numbing reality by watching shows for hours on end. I lived through characters and their lives instead of having my own. I wanted it to just end.
Itās hard to admit but I felt like I shouldāve died and not my dad. My dad left so much behind. I was convinced the world couldāve gone on much easier if it were me. It was a vicious cycle of harming myself. I harmed myself emotionally and physically.
When I was 19 the effects of not living were so great Iād have panic attacks daily. I used to be able to forget about it. Iād tell myself I can live pretending to be straight and just shove those emotions down. It got so bad I was physically ill from hiding myself. The night I told my mom was the first step into taking my life back.
I was sobbing and my mom she said āwhatās wrong? I know something is wrong and itās not just you being sad about your dad! What is it?! I donāt care I just want to help you!ā It was a way out of the pain and I blurted out Iām not straight. There are was no going back from there. It was instant relief. I finally admitted it and I could finally grow toward getting better.
If I never had the courage to say it Iām not sure where Iād be. You know the saying the truth will set you free? Itās a cliche for a reason! I stayed stuck in time for years and when I spoke my truth I was able to unfreeze. From that point it wasnāt how can I continue to make people believe Iām straight it was how can I get to the point of living my life authentically as a lesbian.
My hope is to reach someone who is struggling with their identity and to encourage taking that leap of faith. You are not alone and you are worthy of living your truth.
āWhat if I fall? Oh my darling what if you fly!ā -E.H.
My body is beautiful and it is strong but not for the reasons we are told it should be. It tells a story, from the stretch marks and loose skin to the tattoos that mark me… loving my body was not easy when I struggled to love myself mentally. When I was younger I believed I should guard my feelings and that was strength. If everyone just thought I was ok I was strong. If I suppressed my needs I didnāt have to deal with the heaviness. I was like so many⦠an iceberg You could only see the part I felt was acceptable and the rest of the issues I had were a huge deep manifestation of me not coping. I was average I had little to no dimension and in that way I could continue to hide myself It was lonely.
I recently told my sister the best armor is actually not wearing any. Why do we water ourselves down? If we stop thinking about how others will perceive us we will finally be free.
now we got a big father and an even bigger mother.
And you still believe
this aristocracy gives a fuck about you.
They put the mock in democracy
and you swallowed every hook.
The sad truth is
you’d rather follow the school into the net
’cause swimming alone at sea
is not the kind of freedom that you actually want.
So go back to your crib and suck on a tit
go bask in the warmth of your diaper.
You’re sitting in shit and piss
while sucking a giant pacifier,
a country of adult infants.
A legion of mental midgets,
a country of adult infants,
a country of adult infants.
all regaining their unconsciousnessā
I first heard this song in a show called One Tree Hill. It was actually stated as a quote the lines āFirst they put away the dealers, keep our kids safe and off the street. Then they put away the prostitutes, keep married men cloistered at home. Then they shooed away the bums, then they beat and bashed the queers, turned away asylum-seekers, fed us suspicions and fears. We didn’t raise our voice,we didn’t make a fuss. It’s funny there was no one left to notice when they came for us.ā. I have never forgotten this quote because of its powerful truth. We are so busy pointing fingers at each other that when who we are is under attack there will be no one to fight for us. The government wants this chaos and finger pointing because then we cannot address the actual issues of society. This being racism, homophobia, and sexism to name a few. If we would stop fighting with each other we would realize we all want the same goals as humans. The government would be exposed for not making āa more perfect unionā. Until we stop being blue vs red we cannot solve any of our issues. The divide becomes greater daily because of fear. Everyone has a part in what is wrong and everyone should be asking what can I do to fix this. Sadly it is always easier to point a finger however when you point a finger there are always four pointing back. Look at Nazi Germany⦠Hitler pointed the finger at Jews because they were inherently wealthy as bankers. They looked different and he exploited that difference to create hate among a group. Sounding familiar? Donald Trump still in the midst of a pandemic is turning this into a way to shut down immigration because Mexicans will take jobsā¦. The goal here is to find a common ground of hate in order to create action. This is not leadership; this is a dictatorship that doesnāt serve the people; it serves the dictator. If we donāt take accountability for our part in our imperfect union the nation will continue to fail.
I used to worry about how I looked. When I was 50 pounds heavier Iād put an outfit on and obsessively look at myself in the mirror trying to catch an angle that I felt ok about myself in. Proceed to feel like shit, take it off and put an OG outfit on. Something loose and that I felt like if someone snaps a pic of me Iād be kind of ok with it. I spent years on the sidelines. Not anyoneās fault but myself. I watered my personality down because I felt so uncomfortable in my skin I didnāt want people to know me know me. I wasnāt enough. But I also wasnāt changing. I hoped for a miracle. I hoped that my metabolism would kick in and Iād be pretty like my sisters(who are freaking gorgeous). I never looked at my habits as the issue. I pointed the finger at every thing else but myself for me being unhappy. The day I figured out I was in control was when I was actually born. The snake sheds its skin. And I much like a snake have shed skin. Iām not different Iām just more myself than Iāve ever had the courage to be before. And to water myself down after everything Iāve overcome would be yet another injustice to myself. My skin rn has acne more than usual I must say(stress induced) my abs could be tighter and such and such. But then I catch myself.. abs tighter!!??? Like on what planet do I even have abs. I spent most of my life in a body that never reflected me. And now I worked really fucking hard in a healthy way to be strong and empowered. Iām able to look at these pictures and see beauty even though they are far from perfect. I say perfection is overrated. Happiness comes from within(cliche?) but I only say it because I mean it. Also be yourself. I spent years in the closet because again worried about others opinions. I came out officially on March 7, 2020 as a lesbian and WOW ITāS LIBERATING. Not because anyone did anything or said anything but because I for the first time felt free. Ellen DeGeneres said when speaking about being closeted the most profound and resonating story about being in a cage with an opening big enough to fly out. EXCERPT FROM THE INTERVIEW DOWN BELOW
“I had a dream that I was holding a baby finch, like a little precious bird,” DeGeneres recounted. “And it was my pet. And I put it back in its cage, which was this beautiful, multi-tiered, bamboo cage. And the bird became me when it went into the cage. And all of a sudden, it realized it was up against a window all along, and the window was open, and the bars were wide enough for the bird to fly out, and it had been the whole time.”
“I looked at the bird, and I said, ‘Don’t leave. You’re safe in here.’ And the bird looked at me and said, ‘I don’t belong in here.’ And flew out. And the next morning I woke up and I said, ‘I’m coming out.'”
“Before I had that dream, I didn’t realize I was in a cage,” DeGeneres continued. “I had no idea I was in a cage. I had a great life. I had a successful sitcom. I had fame. I had money. I had everything that I thought was important. But I was hiding a part of myself. And whenever we hide anything from anybody, we’re worried about what someone else is gonna think of us. And even though I knew that was going to be difficult, it was more important for me to be proud of who I was and live my truth than worry about what other people thought of me. “
I guess my point is life is too fucking short to be anyone but yourself. So if your weight is making you unhappy then take action and lose it. Itās just being consistent. Our mind will always tell us to quit before our body will. Tell your mind fuck off! And if you are scared to come out of the closet work on yourself and I promise you youāll be so strong willed that nothing anyone says or does matters because you are at peace with yourself. I am at peace with myself. And I AM PROUD