The journey of living on la frontera,
of living into being a borderland,
has been one of many ups and downs, travesuras, bumps and humps, gozos y tristezas…it has been a true adventure of challenging and being challenged.
My shoes are worn on and lived out on crossing the border, la frontera.
In the words of Gloria Anzaldua,
“To live on the frontera is to be the forerunner of a new race and a new gender.”
Being half and half—wearing two different shoes.
One that is woman and one that is man,
One that is born in America and one that is a descendent of the Cuban and Salvadoran exilio.
It is an interesting path of slipping in and out of being
Catholic, Hispanic, Queer, heretical, indigenous…
of always being the other and never feeling truly at home…
balancing identities that both enrich and clash with each other.
It makes for loqueria, the crazies…
To survive the borderlands,
you must live sin fronteras and be a crossroads of inbetweeness,
a journey of both/andedness…
or as lived by prophetess Pauli Murray, integrating and reconciling oneself with one’s roots.
I am two in one body, both male and female, both American and Latin@,
Both Rooted in Catholicism and blossoming interfaith ecumenism…
I am a turtle, wherever I go I carry “home” on my back…
My home made up of my familia, ancestors, heroes, sheroes,
amigos y amigas en la lucha, santos y santas, oretias and altars and spirit animals,
all who have lived and loved and laughed before me and all those who will come after me.
I cannot run away from my raices…they are a part of me,
It is a life of being faithful to the roots of mi pueblo, mi familia, mi gente…
While walking with zapatos that live traditions in new and creative ways….
expanding la frontera of race, faith, familia, gender.
As I push the frontera, I shake things up,
To live beyond the border, to live both/andedness means to
put chile on my borscht, eat glutten free tortillas,
speak Spanglish, eat arroz y frijoles with tofurky.
My shoes allow me to move forward while
walking, dancing, wrestling, running, crawling, caminando
on both sides of the border…
a life of being a rooted and expanding crossroad of in-betweeness.
Amen, que asi sea!