Latin Night sounds like my dream but I live 15 minutes from a Latin gay club in Toronto and I’ve never gone. It’s been easier to hide in queer scenes and be mad at all the white people than set foot in a place where I can’t compartmentalize all these parts of who I am. Not Latinx enough, not white at all: this is the story for many of us and queerness adds another layer I don’t know how to navigate.
This is me attempting to be positive. Update: it’s hard.
I’m trying to rep my culture these days. I’m trying to undo all that was lost to assimilation and show some real love to my people. Part of that included drawing some sports’ guys and the response was seriously one of my highlights of the year. I even got to be on Spanish radio here in Toronto! I made some new connections and friends who may, more than likely, be relatives—hola prima!
I’m wrapping up the year by starting a new tradition of honouring the mighty mujeres that inspired me this year. There are many women I love; from Selena to Selena Gomez and my little sister and Serena Williams. I will draw you all eventually.
2015 was all about Jennicet Gutiérrez and Sophie Cruz taking on immigration reform.