Illegals in Times of Crisis

Behind The Illegal Image: Because WE Exist!

Behind The Illegal Image: Because WE Exist!

Why do I make art? What kind of art? For who? What purpose does this art serve? Arent' those the kind of questions every respectful artist making art about any marginalized community should be asking themselves? Girl, I don't know. But I've been reflecting on these...

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Jotas, I Drew Juanga For The L.A. Times!

Jotas, I Drew Juanga For The L.A. Times!

Juan Gabriel when asked if he was gay: “Lo que se ve no se pregunta”(Julio Salgado / For The Times) Three illustrations of Juan Gabriel by yours truly appeared in yesterday's PRINT issue of Los Angeles Times. The images accompany this beautiful and personal story by...

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The Conversation We Never Had

The Conversation We Never Had

I never really came out to tio Chicho. I always felt like it was an open family secret that I was pretty gay. Lo que se ve no se pregunta. The plan always was, in my mind at least, that as soon as I got my papers, I'd simply go back to Ensenada and have a...

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Just A Boy In A Tragic Queerdom

Just A Boy In A Tragic Queerdom

If my blurry memory doesn’t fail me, I believe the first time I heard No Doubt’s “Don’t Speak” I was with my cousins at a family party, huddled around a radio. It was the late 90s and I’d only been in the U.S. for a couple of years, so my gay teenage brain was...

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Julio, 37, Chronic Future Tripper

Julio, 37, Chronic Future Tripper

I think I’ve gotten my 2021 weekend routines down. Wake up. Stare at my phone. Reply to the various IG group chats I’ve either started or have been added to without consent, but stay for the hilarious meme exchanges. Grab a cliff bar from under my bed --I order a box...

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The Mexican Andy Warhol

The Mexican Andy Warhol

“You like Andy Warhol?”, Mr. Degreif, my 12th grade art teacher, asked me once pointing at my I Shot Andy Warhol promotional movie shirt. I had no idea who Andy Warhol was. My uncle Chicho had given me the shirt, which he found at the Hollywood Out Of The Closet store...

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No Thank You, Soccer

No Thank You, Soccer

It was my mother’s idea that I joined a soccer team. The small soccer field across the street from stonewalled church in the Mexican town of Ensenada was my biggest nightmare. Every other weekend, we’d show up with our stained white t-shirts and black shorts, a...

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Teenage Immigrant Angst

Teenage Immigrant Angst

Miss Gayner was the kind of young art teacher who would stop at your desk and lean over to make suggestions in how to improve an art technique, even if her students were a bunch of unimpressed 7th graders staring at the clock eager for the lunch bell to ring. Though I...

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Ugg Boots & White Literature

Ugg Boots & White Literature

by Yosimar Reyes I’m sitting in my Early British Lit Class and clearly I am bored out of my mind. We are discussing one these stories in the Cranberry Tales or some shit. (I hate white literature!) Anyway, I am so bored I log on to see what kinda trade SF State campus...

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