Category Archives: Identities

Fire

Image from ID2Studio

Image from ID2Studio

I like women who hate,
women who insult,
get mad and shout

Those women who know they are fire
and know how to burn passionately

Men fear those women, mistrust them,
hey call them exaggerated and fanatics
because they fear the fire they can’t control

They say to women why burn like that?
Look, I can show you
you can be like an oven
look how useful you can be in that corner
not harming anyone, they say
their hand firmly on the knob
knowing they’re in control
to turn on or off, and regulate

They say fire has been controlled already
there’es no need to set ourselves on fire
why dance around a bonfire
there’s nothing to learn
nothing to discover

Depp inside they know
the fire they fear
will burn away this plastic model
they manufactured to feel gods

Our fire
Like the gaze of God in Eden
reminds them of their own

 

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Drag King: Timeline

One year ago I started this blog with the intention of putting my thoughts in order and share them, and also to leave a testimony of my road to the darkest depths of my identity.

So I decided, as a way to close one year of thinking and growing, to share this timeline of my story as a Drag King (click on the images to enlarge them).

I also would like to thank all those who have shared this process with me, whether in person or from the distance.

Enjoy!

June 2013

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1. ¿What is the Encuentro Nacional de Mujeres?

The following excerpts were selected and translated from Spanish by me.
There are links to the original content at the end of each section.

Organization

Year after year, women from all corners of Argentina get together to try and make our thousands of voices heard, through an open, democratic and participatory system.

These meetings are the most important expression of the fights and struggles we face in our different places, neighborhoods, cities, homes, works, etc.

In them, we all learn together, we say it is one big school. We share our experiences among women from very different places in our country. Thousands of us discovered through the Encuentros that the daily oppression we endure is not our destiny.

We do this through a practice that contradicts the social practices imposed upon women, and it is in the workshops of the Encuentro where we recover the voices of those of us who have no voice.

Thus we strengthen this democratic, horizontal and heterogeneous space, which has no owner because it belongs to all of us.

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My experience at the 29th National Women’s Meeting in Argentina

This year, I participated for the first time in an event called Encuentro Nacional de Mujeres (National Women’s Meeting) during its 29th edition, in the city of Salta.

The National Women’s Meeting takes place annually in Argentina since 1986. It is an ​​autonomous, self-organized, democratic, pluralistic, self-funded, federal and horizontal meeting.

It is held in a different city every year, the new location is chosen democratically in the final assembly of each meeting.

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With the intent to enrich the debate around the organization of women with focus in Argentina, I’m sharing my experience of participating for the first time in the Encuentro and, from my subjective point of view, my personal and political reflections.

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Transformation: Rainy Morning

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Today I’m bringing you a selection of pictures from a project I made with a friend. Click on the images to enlarge them!

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The art of spitting and walking

In the art of personifying the “opposite gender”, one can find a million subtle ways in which we are trained to perform a gender role.

In this post, I will focus on two of them, spitting and walking, because they illustrate two dimensions of gender differences:

  • Walking is an activity which men and women have in common, but execute in different ways, although that difference is usually invisible in our daily lives.
  • Spitting, instead, is an activity assigned to the masculine gender exclusively. Spitting isn’t “ladylike”.

We will therefore analyze these two actions from the perspective of gender social roles and my own experience as a Drag King.

The way we are, the way we walk

One of the most consistent examples of behavior which is learned, but generally deemed as “natural”, is the way we walk.

It’s something we do every day, hardly noticing we do it in a special way.

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First transformation

The beginning

It would take long to tell the story of how I decided one day to transform into a man. Until now, I only did so for a few hours at a time.

The point of no return was the moment I understood that gender, being a man or a woman, is little more than wearing a costume and acting on it.

I knew it instinctively, before reading Simone de Beauvoir or knowing about Judith Butler, although of course both of them helped me understand it in depth. I knew it through the living testimony of other people, to whom their identities was a daily fight against a world trying to drown them all the time.

I felt it in that inner trembling I could never silence, in that choking sensation followed by rage every time someone told me what to do, or how to be, for being a woman. None of them asked me if I wanted to be a woman, or if I had chosen to be one, and they probably never asked themselves what a woman is in the first place. They didn’t wonder how, they just knew it.

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