The word Love means very little in English and I guess depending on the context it can also mean alot (I hear American women fawn over “OMG he said he LOVES me” so clearly it means alot at times lol)…but often no real distinction is made. I love 94756894678456 pointless things LOL
I have a quick moment to say THANK YOU! To all my followers and welcome to the new ones! New followers, this blog is for you! I would log on and look up latino/latina and find PORN! I got so sick of it, so I started this blog. I try to give each latino pais their credit, equally. If you have any questions, comments, stories, pictures (Vacation, celebs, politicians, activists, etc.), poems, music, etc., please feel free to submit! It’s welcomed here!
I moved to the United States when I was around 12. I remember getting made fun of because I spoke with an accent, even though the truth is that it takes intelligence to be fluent in two languages and to balance two cultures… but kids would call me bilingual as if it was a bad thing, and made fun…
Family is coming to visit me, and I haven’t seen them in ages, soo…I’ll be taking a small break from the computer for a while. I’ll try to get on whenever I can, but not all the time. Please submit, it will give the blog a fresh perspective, whatever it may be. Hope everyone is having an amazing summer! Thanks!
“A Chicano kid grows up with walls of many kinds around him. When somebody is born into that situation there are several things he can do. He can ignore the walls, and sink into apathy. Or he can become violent and try to blow up the walls. But there is a third way, a way that people have used for centuries. And that is to perform a kind of ritual magic to neutralize the force of the walls by decorating them with signs, symbols, and art. Chicano street writers choose this third way.”—Gusmano Cesaretti, Street Writers: A Guided Tour of Chicano Graffiti, 1975. (via rrachrrey)