They Forgot We Were Seeds
This image was originally made as a comission for Autostraddle's Queer Latinx Series I made it with our queer Latinx kin in Orlando weighing heavy on my heart. The Pulse shooting is not just a tragedy, it was a deadly reminder that the intersection of queer and Latinx is a dangerous one. For those of us who identify this way, the dance floor is often the only escape, the only space where our bodies feel free. So many of our own are not with us because of the way society criminalizes brown and black bodies, and yet we keep fighting. I wanted to remember just as the Mexican proverb tells: "they tried to bury us, but they forgot we were seeds." We will always bloom, as long as we have each other.