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.