queer salvadoreñaméxicana-LA femme boigrrrl artivist,
curly-haired pale as fuck freak, cub aspiring spanglish writer,
this consists of everything and anything I hold in my big booty pocket.
Anonymous asked: wanna make love with me?
Awh! what kind of love?! Like cakes and cookies? :O)
hairy curves by (sarita)
i wish people could see everything that takes part in creating the image i present. the queer binary-inspired boigrrrl product that is my curvy curly cursed lojitas—love handles.
septum, tattoo, invisible sketches, visible scars—sólo yo.
fishnets across my body like a shield.
eyezlined ready for battle.
curls protecting my queer thoughts
from the mundane.
espero que un día i’ll be a great guardian to little angels and hope they wear their inherited curls and lojitas with honor even when it aches. i hope they have good and bad—queer dayz.
the kiss from a curly queer with
heavy hips, blue days, hairy flowers
"Depression is useful—it signals that you need to make changes in your life, it challenges your tendency to withdraw, it reminds you to take action. To reclaim body consciousness tienes que moverte—go for walks, salir a conocer el mundo, engage with the world."
i don’t have time to get depressed, ahhh. i’m fighting hard to stop it from creeping over and devouring my soul and stomach. please, not today
must get back to work work work ai
need to finish up to page 10 as soon as possible!!!!!!!!!!
almost there 7 hours to write 3/4 pages
cue the tears
it’s 2:24 AM I’m on spring break, but writing a (unwanted) final draft for a tenured white man’s critical theory class. He basically told me that I shouldn’t even bother writing a final draft because my roughdraft did not answer either of the prompts. And the chingona that I am got PISSED. Therefore, I am up at 2:26 at mi tio’s apt for wifi with my dandruff-ed glasses (it’s gross, but IDGAF) with I’m scratching my head from stress. Taking a moment to process what is going on. My doc is titled ‘FUCK THAT PUTO’ for inspiration. After this and after my grade comes out I can check this class of my Comp Lit checklist and write a passionately driven email to him and the chair of the department portraying my “tamed tongue” via the metalanguage of italics, bold, parenthesis, and CAPS. Need to keep on going… 6 more pages…9.5 more hours.
FUCK THAT PUTO. I MIST REMEMBER.
HE CANNOT TAME MY WILD TONGUE.
ANGER. SO MUCH ANGER.
my moment to process is over