Community building requires community healing. And what does that look like?

"Staying ‘home’ and not venturing out from our own group comes from woundedness, and stagnates our growth. To bridge means loosening our borders, not closing off to others….To bridge is to attempt community, and for that we must risk being open to personal, political, and spiritual intimacy, to risk being wounded."- Gloria Anzaldua

"Quedarse en la casa'' y no aventurarse fuera de nuestro propio grupo viene donde estamos heridos y proviene nuestro crecimiento. Para hacer puentes signifa que abriemos mas de nuestras fronteras y que no cierremos a otros… Para hacer puentes es intentar comunidad, y para eso tenemos que corre el riesgo de ser abierto a personal, político y espiritual intimidad, a correr el riesgo de ser heridos. "
Gloria Anzaldua

Everybody is waiting for the movement to happen ! And we dont realize we are the movement. Its me and you coming together and having some honest and maybe painful truthtelling between us. But there is probably some beautiful thing we will create together as a result. I want to speak to each person in my community.Let's get the party going.

Todo el mundo está esperando a que el movimiento a ocurrir! Y nosotros no darse cuenta de que somos el movimiento. Comienza la communidad cuando usted y yo tienemos algunos conversaciones doloroso pero verdarosos . Pero es probable que algunos bellos cosas que es probablemente vamos a crear juntos . Quiero hablar con cada person en mi communidad.Vamos a comienzar esta fiesta !

Monday, November 24, 2008


Para Sabrina, Randi, Maria Christina, Miguela, y todas mis jotas de Tejas, Califas, where ever...dondequiera


this is dedicated to my beloved Xicana dykes ,
to the lonely ones who don't have anybody,
to the ones they don't have us

and especially

for the ones that don't want to labeled anything

etc.... etc..


There was a time when finding you was a longing that seemed would never happen.

I say it many times to myself.

Dreams do come true.

You all are my dream come true.

You all are so precious.
Mas que el maize.

Our worth is not material.

Somos de puro corazon.

Do you love me, jota?

Do you hold that


from me ?

Do lie and keep that secret from

yo self?


I am another yourself ,guerca!

I am yours and you are mine.


and only you h

can cut me so easily g

and yet with so little, i

you empower me and lift me h


I got your back.

I watch out for you.

Xicana Dykes are always always

on my mind.

I love you Xicana






Eres mi jota

mi homey




sexy cabrona.

Soy la keeper de mi seezter

do you have my back, manita?

Will you would do the same for all of us.

All of us.



Its not easy finding each other.

Some of us will never find us.

Some of will never know.

They will never know what the gringos call community.

Some of us will never what its like

to be a tribe

to be home.

You are home to me

Home is where we heal.
Sometimes cabronas
nomas neccisito hablar contigo y un puertoricana wont do
Jota, I love you.
And I havent been smokingor drinking.
I am for the real.
All we have is us.

I am not asking for loyalty, diva.
Be real.
Tell me the shit.

I rely on you to give me truth.

Its is the air we breathe
Its what makes us nothing into something.

I love you, Xicana.

You are another me

and you really
all that matters to me.

I pray that you one day soon

you will see

how much I matter to you too.

One day you will learn

you hurt yourself more when you hurt me.

Until then,

we are all



copyright 2008 by Ari Marta Chagoya

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Welcome to the tree of life. Welcome to the tree of life. Let's climb the vines of each other's minds and go out on a limb of love together where we can more easily rub elbows with eternity as we carve each other's names into a heart of light etched from the funny bone of the moon.

One drink from this cup of destiny and you'll disappear with me into the mystery of why our hearts refuse to be apart and so keep on sending each other love letters of light in the form of falling stars, fireflies and your smile to light up the night. While our souls dance the hula hoop with the sparkling rings of Saturn. One kiss, just one kiss is enough to have us giving birth to planets and dancing, toe-to-toe, with the sun.

So, come on in dear one and let's make out with life like we mean it. Just dive in to this infinite womb of belonging with me and you're likely to become a love crazed lunatic whose lips are wet and always ready for a candy communion kiss. Wet with wonder as all our tears somehow become a chorus of tenderness that is always singing so sweetly into the ears of every broken heart saying, “Your salvation is already within you. Your salvation is already within you.”

So, just play hooky from your “have to's.” You know you want to. So, play hooky from your “have to's” and take one more sip of these ruby red lips. We'll become the voice of the wilderness and the innocence of every creature playing hide-and-seek with the one behind the billion blazing suns pulsating in the indescribability of each movement of lip and tongue.

Quickly, while noone else is looking, let's slip into the shadows of another dimension together where our daydreams are making love to our fantasies and giving birth to whole new realities inside each breath and heartbeat.

A frontier of forgiveness where your happiness is my Garden of Eden. The paradise of smiling lips is where we tongue wrestle each other's tenderness into luminous star shine waterfalls whilpooling their way into infinities glowing, giggling naval.

As a shameless display of my affection for you I have graffitied your essence into every cosmos, river, tree, rock, atom with the skill of an ancient artist. For you, my dear, I have willingly jumped off the cliff of consciousness without a parachute of reason. Diving, face first, into the even horizon of every black hole. Fishing for bits and pieces of forgotten truth, which I have fashioned for you here as this priceless verse and golden honesty.

Now here I am upon bended knee proposing, “Will you marry freedom with me?” Will you marry freedom with me? Come on. Let's elope into ecstasy. We can have a honeymoon on the blissful shores of Venus, complete with angel winged excursions into the mystic oasis of Mars. Or better yet, take one more drink with me from that fountain of fascination and let's become the intoxicating wine of intimacy and spike the whole world's reservoirs with equal parts of magic and mischief until everyone is naked of the need to fit in.

Naked of the need to fit in and marathoning themselves into kamikaze kissing and hugging contests where everyone wins in the end. If we love each other without shame everyone wins in the end.

So, come here you. Come in close and let's start a lovolution with our lips and leave this dry world drowning in the drink of a desire to kiss this life like it were a love affair and every being our beloved.

Let's kiss this life like it were a love affair and every being our beloved.

So, there's a sweet, tender drink from this overflowing heart.

from a podcast transcript that can be found at: