Bitchiñiera
I’m outspoken. Always have been. According to my mama I began speaking at the age of one. In kinder, I earned the nickname of “perica” (parrot). I have been one outspoken girl, teen, womyn since as far as I can remember.
After a thorough self analysis I realized that that partially stems from having difficulty with authority and shallow people/interactions. When backed into a corner, I will talk my way out of any situation without being overtly defensive (unless I get to the point where I have to). When faced with shallow chit chat I will also talk my way out. It got to the point where I become a teen and I earned the name “bitch”.
My amiga Kat and I were taking about how as outspoken womyn of color we have been dismissed as being angry brown “bitches” outside and even within revolutionary and feminist movements. “It’s like a fucking rite of passage! I didn’t have a quinceañera but I had a bitchieñera!” Where a young lady passes from becoming girl to bitch. A bitch that threatens patriarchy, racism, homophobia, shit, all oppressions that have become so normalized and internalized. We reached the conclusion that if you’re a womyn of color and have never been called a bitch, it doesn’t mean that the social climate is a more conscious one, it just means that you’re not fucking speaking your mind. That you are submissive or maybe have internalized your oppressions. Womyn, it’s never too late for your bitchieñera. People in this white supremacist homophobic ass patriarchy are threatened by us, by our bodies and our minds. I invite you to get in touch with yourself and your environment and just say what you fucking think. To let go of all that stagnation and conformity and be your badass, intelligent, beautiful capable self. Who knows how long you can survive with bullshit shallow charades for “human interactions” and submissiveness. “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery none but ourselves can free our minds,” oh that wise Señor Marley.k
