What did I just watch on American Horror Story??!!? No!! Queenie!! Luke!!!! Hank!!!! Oh my soul, my heart, I’m losing breath and I see darkness! Queenie was happy! Why!?! Omg I was shipping Luke and Nan! Hank, did love his wifey after all. I saw things I will not recover from…
There certainly are white Latinos, but in this country (the U.S.A), white and white passing Latinos are often racialized, so that most American white people do not always accept that a Latino could be racially white. Which is one reason (out of many) why so many white/white passing Latinos don't identify as white - because that feels like they are being lumped together with people who oppress them - White Americans.
UGH! Enough with the white tears already!
Yes, you are often racialized as ‘other’ in the US due to xenophobia and indirect racism (I say indirect because it’s not actually aimed at you. You experience it dependent on your proximity to indigenous, brown & black Latin@s).
So what do you do? With our help you create entirely separate empires and systems running parallel to US White America. You create massive corporations like Univisión, but instead of challenging white supremacy in these parallel sytems, you replicate it. You make the blonde, blue-eyed Cristina the Latina Oprah. The green-eyed brunette Jorge Ramos into the Latino Anderson Cooper. You pack every soap opera and TV show with as much diversity as Fox News.
Sure, you don’t IDENTIFY as white. You don’t have to. You’ve created a system that INCLUDES whiteness in its definition, to the detriment of the brown, black, and indigenous people who helped you create it in the first place.
So just shut the fuck up already about how white and white passing Latin@s have it so hard. I’m tired of this shit.
I refuse to fall in love! Why bother!? I keep getting told that there’s nothing going on between you two. That you both moved on, that she’s dating your brother. It’s not words that convince sometimes, it’s the actions behind them. In your words I hear your eyes, and your eyes speak volumes. They glow, they sing memories of what “was”, they tell stories of what “it could” have been. I hear the tone of your voice, how it fades when you mention her, how your smile fades at her name…you love her still. So why bother falling in love, when you are still in love with another? I refuse to give my time, my concerns, my vulnerability and most importantly my heart away. I could hate you, but I hate ME. Because I don’t listen to myself….
It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. I always am. I have been then, now, and will be later in life. Loneliness understands my “fines” better than anyone else. I don’t need you fucking that up for me now. Not now while I’m “strong”.
Side eyes this elementary beesh while her rich ass shops for her whole department. *insert profanity* drop a homegirl a lil some’some.
Good sex makes you say the craziest things. “I love you” being a good example. Terrifying indeed.
Rodriguez residence. Subtle original.
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Aww, such a warm Christmas spirit.