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La Vida De Guadalupe
“Say something in Spanish”. A phrase reverberated throughout my life in a number of different contexts but my experience is not uncommon. It starts from grade school when the white girl who’s forced to sit next to you in class wakes up one day and decides to interrogate you on why you talk like that. She means no harm outside of being an obnoxious third-grader but her impact ripples outside of her intention. You get older and the social pressure gets to you. You lose the warmth and vibrance of your language. Suddenly it sounds as sterile out of your mouth as English does. Simultaneously, you’re becoming conscious of everything about yourself, including your body. You’re much more aware of how your identity is digested and you start keeping mental notes of who sees you as a person and who sees you as a commodity. And while your skin may not be fair, your eyes may not be blue, and you may not be the most conventionally attractive, the attention you start to get doesn’t fully sink in as fetishization. Until you’re asked again, to “say something in Spanish”. This time in the bed of a stranger. Suddenly you're being asked to speak a language as foreign to you as it is to them.
“La Vida de Guadalupe '' represents to me how the hypersexualization of Caribbean and Latin women from a western lens morphs our self-perception and the relationship we have with our cultural identities, thus emphasizing how our experiences through diaspora showcases our oppression. Coming from a Puerto Rican and Mexican household my identity was not something that I saw through an American lens. I had not fully conceptualized how the diaspora that led to my family immigrating to the states impacted my self perception. Within this piece, I attempt to marry both imagery from the roman-catholicism I grew up with within my latin household as well as a self portrait in order to deconstruct the “madonna-whore” complex through the lens of a Latin person combatting how they are perceived through a western lens.
(Dimensions: 20 x 26)
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tramp stamps is the perfect example of what i mean when i say what used to be considered “alternative” counter culture has now been fully commodified and stripped of any sincerity or radical potential it ever had lmao the market truly has nothing left to offer us but handpicked influencers (poorly) repackaging emo nostalgia and rrriotgirl feminism in $600 dollskill clothes and neon hair dye
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Hi this is my redbubble I’m selling stuff to pay for college thx 🖤🧚🏽♀️
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“The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.”
-Malcolm X (1962)
(Originally found on insta from @ashleighchubbybunny)
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i don’t really give a shit about this tumblr being removed from the app store thing but above all i am really glad this is happening now and not in 2011 so i don’t have to scroll past some “PSA: TUMBLR HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THE APP STORE!” “oh HELL NO!!! Dr who fandom grab your tardises!!!” “*50 gif reaction images of the supernatural guy looking pissed off” type of shit
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An ad for the UK leg of the Rumours Tour - 1977.
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“ I wanna make pop music that’s just a little bit, y’know, left of center… and has dignity, and crosses gender barriers. And talks about things that otherwise would be considered unladylike.”
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