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

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