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A note to my beloved LGBTQ siblings, *especially* to my beloved trans and gender expansive siblings, friends, and acquaintances

It is extremely frustrating right now. Both the opposition and those who are scared because of their ignorance on these issues are constantly attacking us. Even from within the LGBTQ community, we hear people attacking each other. Many of these internal attacks come from the colonized thinking that power is limited and thus we must fight those who are not *exactly* like us in order to keep our power. These fractions see transness and expansive gender expression as a personal attack to their acceptance into the heteronormative structures, or as attacks on their fight to make visible communities within our own community. The attacks from the opposition are easy to understand, because they are based on one of two things: ignorance regarding our identities or pure evil because of their own maligned hearts. The attacks from within our own communities are more hurtful because, regardless of how these small fraction see us, we still recognize them as our own.

I have read “jokes” posted by friends or colleagues, who think that they are so “enlightened” that they can’t see how they are still playing the role of high school bully. I have heard comments from beloved friends and family members who are completely ignorant regarding these issues, and can’t understand why their comments hurt and how they affect our lives as LGBTQ people. Because of my work, I have read proposals to systemically erase our own existence at every level of society. What I want to say is, yes, I know this is a horrible time for all of us and our allies.

Here’s the thing I want you to remember, though. This is not the first time — in history, in this country, in our countries of origin, etc.– where people have tried to erase us from society. Yet, HERE WE ARE! Bruised. Beaten. Tired. Crying. Hurt. BUT HERE WE ARE. They have tried to erase us so many times and yet, they can’t!

You know why they can’t erase us? Because our identity is inherent to who we are. Life itself has given us the power to BE! No one, anywhere, anytime, will be able to erase US. Our ancestors and transcestors still live through us too! They also experienced this pain and hurt and disempowerment. And yet, here we are.

I am 44 years old, and I am as queer and as gay today as I was when I was 2, or 6, or 11, or 15, or 24, or 36… LGBTQ adults were all LGBTQ children, and no prayer, no “therapy”, no witchcraft, no law, no regulation, no DeSatan, no Catechism, no former drag-queen turned Governor in TN, will change that!

Remember a few things. First, we’ve got each other. Remember that you are not alone. If you need to reach out to someone for support, do it. Second, we are legion! Yes, we are! Not because “more people are becoming LGBTQ”, but because more and more LGBTQ folk find strength in safe communities to come out at any stage of their lives. Third, you are not single handedly responsible for the preservation of our rights! Nope… each person plays a role. Maybe yours is to be at the forefront of the marches, or at the Legislature, or at the grassroots health cooperative, etc. But maybe your role is just to BE YOU; be you with friends and colleagues, be you with family and strangers, be you at work and at temple… We all do our part and nobody should ever have the need to compare themselves to others. Fourth, rest if you need to! I cannot underline this enough. REST. RESTORE. REFRESH. RECHARGE. Whatever you are doing for and with the community, make sure to center your own safety and needs. We need your beautiful self here with us in whichever capacity you can be here.

Finally, remember this: the LGBTQ experience is also JOY, CELEBRATION, EMPOWERMENT, AFFIRMATION, LOVE, ACCEPTANCE… It is also a remembrance that our ancestors and our transcestors are dancing with and for us as we march towards full liberation for ALL of our people!

¡Les quiero, mi gente! I love you my peeps! We keep moving forward no matter what!

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While Waiting for News of My Family After Hurricane Maria

69735502People have asked me how I’ve been able to function these past few days. It has not been easy. My parents, sister, and I had been estranged for years. When I was diagnosed with cancer, they reached out. My husband and I visited with them for the first time on December 25th for their Christmas party. We’ve been in communication ever since.

As the hurricane approached, we stayed in communication through text. Then I called a few days before to check up on them. My mom was calmed and not too worried. Cellphone signal had came back just the day before I called. They still had no power in the neighborhood, but the water was back. They were prepared; they had water, food, fuel, and an electric plant. My sister – who works for the Department of the Family of the Commonwealth – had visited a shelter and checked up on her clients. They were ready to face the hurricane. The last I heard from my mom was a reply to my text saying: “yes, I am calmed.”

Those are the last few words I have from my family. I have not heard from them yet.

I have read news reports that tell me my neighborhood is fine and that there are no registered deaths in my hometown as of today. I read about the efforts to clear the roads and make sure that people have access to larger towns to get supplies. But there are no ways to get in touch with the outside world. How does the word go out about what’s happening? People from the metro area in San Juan who have family in Adjuntas go down to check up on them and then share what they had seen and heard on social media as the limited access to cellphone coverage allows them to.

But now going back to the question: How have I been able to function?

I have compartmentalized my self. Having to communicate in English helps. It is not my language. It is not my soul. It is not what connects me emotionally to the world. I focused on the tasks. I focused on the routine (of not having a routine), and pay attention only to the work in front of me. I have the news in the background and read the texts and news that I get constantly. But those are in español, those do not belong to the workplace. Those belong to mí.

I have compartmentalized my life in the past few days. Sure, I have shared news with coworkers and friends who ask. I have even shed a tear or two while doing so. I have tried to perform what is asked of me by the US society: calmness, be collected, show little emotion when talking about such things, etc. Like always, I have learned how to perform according to the social rules of the social mores of the society I live in. I have completely disconnected myself from all, creating walls that separate the mí from the me.

When I am home, or when I am speaking with a close friend, or when I am alone in my office and listening to the news, I cry. I let it all go and finally feel mí.

I know that my family is fine. Something within me tells me so. I also know that it will be probably weeks before I hear from them. I, too, am from those areas in the world where nobody cares about you; where the government has nothing to gain but votes every so often, where “charities” have no good faces or locations for photo-ops. I am from the place where the only thing that helps us is ourselves: the community who stands up, puts on their boots, picks up their machetes, brave the remainder rain and winds, and goes out to join one by one as they clear paths and help restore their comunidad. That resiliency is what helps me function. I am a jíbaro, and jíbaros don’t give up.

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