#Pastora

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La Pastora parish church in Caracas, Venezuela

Venezuelan vintage postcard

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Pazo da Pastora Film, expired 2011 - Lomo LC-A 

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ROUND 3: POLL 5

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Florenci Pla Meseguer "La Pastora", intersex antifascist hero

One of the most famous maquis (guerrilla fighters against Franco's dictatorship) is Florenci Pla Maseguer.

(thank you @neonbutchery for the suggestion)

He was born in a farmhouse in Vallibona, in the rural mountains in north of the Valencian Country, in 1917. His body did not fit the categories of either male nor female, so his family were left with the choice of what sex to register him as. His parents decided to register him as female so that he could avoid the mandatory military service.

He grew up in the farmhouse being a shepherd, and never went to school as was usual at the time for the rural working class. When he reached puberty, he developed male secondary sex characteristics.

When the fascists did a coup d'état in 1936, sparking the Spanish Civil War, he wanted offered himself as a volunteer to fight in the republican (=antifascist) army, and he thought that this way he would get officially registered as a man, but couldn't.

He kept dressing as a woman until he was 30 years old, but always felt a man. In his words (originally in Catalan in this interview in El Temps from 1988):

Interviewer: What did you think of your sexual condition? Did it cause you any worries?

Florenci: Problems...? Mainly because of the beard. They said I was half man and half woman, but I never felt a woman. I still remember the first time I dreamed I had an affair with a woman, when I was 13 (...)

I: Have you always felt a man?

F: Always, and I have always liked men's jobs and being registered as a man. In fact, when I walked the flock I carried a sarró [=a kind of bag], like men, and not a basket like women.

He kept wearing women's clothes until he was 30, when he joined the maquis. By then, it was 1947; the fascists had won the war in 1939 and, as a result, Spain and its occupied territories were ruled by Franco's fascist dictatorship, which persecuted the political dissidence, the national minorities (such as Catalans-Valencians) and their languages, and everyone who didn't fit the strict normative and nationalcatholic morale, prominently LGBTQI+ people and women who didn't limit themselves to the roles that the patriarchal society considered fit. The maquis were the armed resistance.

I: How did you change the flock for the maquis?

F: Since I lived in the mountains, I had sometimes talked to them. On a snowy night, three maquis took refuge in a house that was only inhabited in summer -El Cabanil- but one of them ran away -one who was from Morella- and everywhere he went, he spread the word, he snitched it. And the Civil Guard [=the regime's military police] followed their clue until they found them and burned the house down, because they were resisting. The next morning, they arrested El Cabanil's owner and I got nervous because I worked for him, and I decided to escape out of fear of being killed.

I: Was it because of the fear of reprisals or for the humiliations to which the Civil Guard put you through?

F: Yes, that determined it, too. That was on the morning of the same day they burned down El Cabanil, and it was "teniente Mangas" [="lieutenant" Mangas, which he says in Spanish], six guards and two militiamen, one from Torremiró and the other one from Herbesset.

I: And what did they do to you exactly?

F: They were curious to know how could a shepherd girl be half man and half woman. I had sold thrushes to the militiamen, and they told the Civil Guard about my anomaly. Teniente Mangas ignored all rules and made me take off my clothes, until their curiosity was fulfilled. And when they were done, they said "bueno, a hacer bondad" ["well, behave" in Spanish, as a way to say goodbye]. And I felt so much rage, so much helplessness. (...) I joined [the guerrilla] and I dressed as a man. There, I was a man like any other.

From then on, he lived as a man and named himself Florenci, though he was known with other nicknames like "Durruti" (after the famous anarchist leader) and, most famously "La Pastora" (the shepherd).

He ended up living in Andorra, but a journalist for the Spanish tabloid El Caso published about him, attributing to him the crimes committed by other maquis, even ones that he had never met. For this reason, La Pastora became famous in all of Spain and the police intensified the search. The Andorran police turned him in to the Spanish police in 1960, accusing him of robbery, banditry and terrorism. He was judged twice for the same crimes: a tribunal sentenced him to 40 years of prison and the other one sentenced him to death and later changed it to 30 years of prison.

He spent 17 years in prison. First, in a women's prison where the women (and him) had to wear very tight miniskirts. He was later moved to a men's jail, where the case was further investigated. The detective saw that there was no proof and that the story didn't match up, so it was impossible that Florenci had committed these crimes. He was freed with a pardon in 1977 and the detective officially registered him as a man.

Despite the slander published by the press, when he came back to his hometown Vallibona, everyone came down to the village from their farmhouses to greet him. He died in 2004, at 86 years old.

Nowadays, Florenci "La Pastora" is by far one of the most famous maquis, if not the single most famous one. He is talked about in songs, books and documentaries, and has become an icon of the antifascist resistance.

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Hi havia una pastora!

🎵 M'han dit que si, m'han dit que no! 🎵

I adore her, I really do! Get her some bread with cheese and a therapist.

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The Wolf Saint, Saint Pastora of the field

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Vamos con una coplilla- rock. "Hora de Partir" de Pastora de Algeciras en el LP V.V. A. A. "Flamenco Discoteque, vol 2", que antes de ayer cayó en mis manos por la más pura casualidad. El elepé no es gran cosa, pero esta canción me pone y la portada del primer LP de Pastora de título homónimo - Belter, 1975- también. Temarraco de aires morunos funkis, ajustado moog y buenas guitarras eléctricas. Todo muy bien hecho, todo bien puesto. En su punto. Me pregunto que músicos tocaron aquí. He escuchado unas cuantas canciones de su álbum de debut, pero ninguna como ésta, son más trompeteras y gruesas. Esta les quedó muy bien, muy moderna. Un camino desaprovechado.

Veo que la cantante de Algeciras no debió mucho éxito, apenas sacó unos cuantos singles y un par de LPs a mitad de los 70 y luego poco más se supo. La desconocía por completo, leo que es la hija de José Delgado Pachón aka "Pepe El Sevillano".

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De volta pra Casa

No ano passado, quando a minha mãe voltou da primeira internação, a gente deu uma festa pra ela na Casa Lúpulo. E fez essa playlist. Praticamente todas as letras são de alegria, otimismo e declarações de amor, mas, olhando hoje, ficam mais evidentes aquelas que também falavam de saudade, da falta que ela fez enquanto esteve fora e até de medo do futuro. Com tanta playlist aqui, digo hoje que…

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Thor by Das Pastoras

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Illustrations and comics pages by Das Pastoras for “Ax-Wielder Jon” by Nick Pitarra.

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Das Pastoras - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

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ROUND 2: POLL 9

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Thor: God of Thunder 18 #

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Earlier I posted about the intersex antifascist hero Florenci Pla Meseguer, known as "La Pastora".

Here's a song about him: Pastora, by the Catalan folk-rock band Ebri Knight.

Lyrics in Catalan and translation to English:

Al poble sóc la pastora, entre camins i carrers Però enmig de la rosada i els boscos feréstecs sóc una ombra més

In the town I'm the shepherd woman, between paths and streets, But among the dew and the wild forests I'm a shadow like any other

El meu nom sempre canvia entre les veus de la gent Sóc allà on ningú em troba, sóc fort com la flama i lliure com el vent

My name always changes in people's voices I'm there where nobody can find me, I'm strong as a flame and free as the wind

Ja no hi sóc però tremolen les branques Quan em senten llençar trets al cel Ja no hi sóc però neixo cada vespre En cada mirada on brillen els estels

I'm not there anymore but the branches shiver When they hear me shoot at the sky I'm not there anymore but I'm reborn every evening In every glance where the stars shine.

Sóc un ocell sense gàbia, sóc un vaixell sense rumb Bandoler de paraules, pastora de lluites fetes entre el fum

I'm a cageless bird, I'm a courseless ship Bandit of words, shepherd of fights made among the smoke.

Sóc l'alba i la matinada, sóc tots els móns oblidats Sóc les llargues petjades que tornen a viure de l'etern combat

I'm the sunrise and the early morning, I'm all the forgotten worlds I'm the eternal combat's long footsteps that come back to life

Ja no hi sóc però tremolen les branques Quan em senten llençar trets al cel Ja no hi sóc però neixo cada vespre En cada mirada on brillen els estels

I'm not there anymore but the branches shiver When they hear me shoot at the sky I'm not there anymore but I'm reborn every evening In every glance where the stars shine.

Vindran altres guerres, vindran altres anys I els dies de sempre se'ns faran estranys Vindran primaveres, hiverns i tardors Farem noves forces de les velles pors

Other wars will come, other years will come And the old days will become strange Springs, winters and autumns will come We'll make new strengths out of the old fears.

Ja no hi sóc però tremolen les branques Quan em senten llençar trets al cel Ja no hi sóc però neixo cada vespre En cada mirada on brillen els estels

I'm not there anymore but the branches shiver When they hear me shoot at the sky I'm not there anymore but I'm reborn every evening In every glance where the stars shine.