Everywhere I go here I end up running into mi gente. Bars, boricuas. Church, boricuas. Schools, boricuas. Camp, boricuas, mexiricans, cariben@s… And now I’m devising a possible training/workshop/leadership development for queer boricua youth here in lb since there seem to be a few in the group a friend of mine volunteers with. New project for after cabaret! Yay!
Everywhere in the world I’ve gone, US and Europe (I won’t bother including Caribbean in there LOL) it’s like we have a magnetic pull and we just find each other. New Orleans, touring the city on the streetcar,ran into a random dude from Ponce who had been living there for over a dozen years. I still remember the excitement of the conversation. Paris, random run in at a bar with other Newyoricans on holiday who were watching the world cup. Idaho, I happened to intersect with the two other Boricuas in my area and quickly connected with a few others (probably the only others in the state!). Utah, of all places, running into random Boricua college students, raised in Utah claiming their roots! Western Mass, kicking it at a club and just by watching him move I could tell we shared a patria. Representin’! And now, LB I find ’em everywhere without even looking.
La mancha. La sangre llama. It never ceases to amaze me that magnetic draw that brings us to each other. And it always excites me to find another. And here, well we network about where to find ingredients for our favorite dishes, or I get questions about the island, or we talk about what it means for them to be mexirican and how the two cultures are expressed in their families. Always such an affirmation and such an adventure. Always so familiar. Well, it is a small island, we could be cousins after all. And that is generally the attitude we approach encounters with, mi gente. And every now and then it proves true and we find a primo tercero, a random relation, a suspected branch on the family tree.
I’m excited and fascinated to be part of this beautiful web that joins us all together and somehow lets us recognize each other in multitudes, carries the message of our history, our blood, our collective being… beyond stereotypes or phenotypes.