1. femmesofcolor:

    Inez-PDX Queer Pinoy/Xican@

    Love child of Gloria Anzaldúa  and Morrissey

    I love this femme friend of mine!

  2. Not significantly different but here’s my new hair! Tinted darker, 6 inches shorter, and baby bangs.


  3. I know that asking folks for money over and over can feel insulting as many of us have very little to nothing to give from the start but in the off chance you have some extra means right now, please consider helping Dustina and Jennifer. This wonderful qpoc couple based out of Portland with their two kids, need help. Dustina is a fighter, a tireless advocate for survivors, and an outspoken queer fat woman of color who has not only gone above and beyond for her community but has personally been there for my family a great deal. I will be donating as soon as I get paid. Please spread this far and wide! 

  4. Morning mischief.

    I’m gonna keep it real and admit this selfy almost cost me my bus to work.

    Mischief indeed.


  5. Some unedited thoughts on femmeness.

    I haven’t been on tumblr a lot lately but today while scanning a bunch of posts I realized quickly how much I don’t care about white femmes. I mean I’m sure folks are lovely but I only have time to cultivate femmes of color community in my life. Part of this is frustration in what happened in the femmes united group here in Portland (folks being really divisive and defensive around racial justice accountability) and partly in that I just don’t think my femme identity can be separate from my poc identity politics. While this is probably obvious to lots of femmes of color, it just became concrete to me that like my feminism versus womanism, I just don’t think white femmes and femmes of color share enough for me to think of them as the same thing. At the end of the day, I guess I’m realizing that femmes of color have their community, culture, and identity  that femme identity alone just doesn’t have and I’m really ok with separating those two things and not seeking out anything but femmes of color community. 


  6. If the notion of “Health” and “Healthy” are steeped in morality.

    (some thoughts/questions I’m processing this morning, as I’ve been bombarded with a variety of different messaging on health today)

    What happens to these ideas once we remove the notion that there is a binary of health and healthiness that one can succeed or fail at. This idea that what we do with our bodies must align to a static notion of the ideal means that our inability to adhere to what is considered right and worthy for our bodies is viewed as an individual failure to perform or participate in society. This notion underlies the way we view fatness, to food politics, to the fictionalize creation of the welfare queen and her inability to perform in society. This moral idea of health pervades race, gender, sexuality, and class. The morality of that which is right versus wrong, whether you’re fat, brown, or queer, can be viewed from way our bodies are positioned as either healthy or right or broken and wrong.

    What if we view health as simply the notion that our bodies can tell us what we need and we have the choice to listen and respond, with no judgement assigned for whatever actions we choose—understanding however that our ability to listen has been tampered with by the external noise of morality, commercialism, colonization, and Lutheran work ethic. 

    How do we get here, is it even worth arguing for? How can I practice undoing the morality I assign my own body? How do I understand morality as a construct that has been forced upon my queerness, my gender, my sexuality, my brown skin? When does morality serve me and when does it not. How does morality serve to keep me oppressed? How is morality institutionalized into our systems of power? 

    I’m chock full of questions today with very few answers. 

  7. Queer Prom 2010

    I miss my college days where I made a family with these fierce muxeres. 

    Also, I made this dress. 


  8. I’m thinking about working on putting together a Queer/Trans People of Color and Size zine focusing on radical visibility, family, finding community, and low/high days (or whatever really). There are a lot of amazing QTPOCAS here are tumblr that I admire and I would love to see a zine full of these amazing voices. 

    Anyone want to help me co-create this zine? Anyone interested in contributing? If I get enough interested in both co-creating and contributing I’ll put together a call for submissions. 


  9. Surviving as queer praxis


  10. blackgirldangerous:

    by Lovemme

    I don’t love myself. It’s not that I haven’t tried or that I don’t want to, but it’s due to the fact that people don’t love brown trans femmes like me. How can I love myself when the only time I see myself is in tragedy? When trans women of color are being murdered on their way to…

    This piece is beautiful, deep, and full of truth on the way self-love rhetoric fails and hurts. Amazing point about how self-love removes the responsibility from community to the individual and makes us as individuals, ill-equipped by society and our oppression, to then be also solely responsible for all the healing, the love, the unlearning and relearning, and community we need. I know I’ve been talking a lot about self-care lately and this gets at one issues I have with this individualists and dare I say—pull yourself by your bootstraps/blame culture that exists when we aren’t able to do it all by ourselves or for ourselves. 

    Read this—please.