Oh man. The 90s. Such a happy time to be a young undocumented queer girl. Not really. But I tried to make the best of it. Growing up with my older cousins, with smaller bodies than me, hand-me downs were never an option. My mother and I would spend hours at the local Out Of The Closet, before all the hipsters took over it. At the time I really wanted to have the Gwen Stefani look. Little did I know, Gwen Stefani actually wanted to have the Anaheim chola-look. Somehow, my cousins’ amazing red lips and baggy jeans didn’t seem cool to me until a white girl did the same and sang about being just a girl. But that way I learn. #TBT
When we try to force shit down our communities’ throat. How do you confront that? How do we share our concerns without sounding like arrogant assholes. Click here to see part 2 of last week’s #LibertyForAll.
I didn’t have a quinceañera when I was younger. But I had Selena, and later in high school I discovered Jenni Rivera. Two strong mujeres that are no longer with us. These beauties inspired me to wear hoop earrings, lipstick and unapologetically cuss like a sailor (that last part was mostly Jenni). I mention the quinceañera part because I’ve decided to actually imagine it: I would wear a Jenni Rivera-inspired dress and for the surprise dance, I would do a Selena routine. These set of images show what I would look like…..