Goddess Kitty

Goddess Kitty (she/her/hers) is a woman of color theatre artist and professional event planner. She is a spiritual being who loves to dance & give off positive vibes. Currently, Goddess Kitty is twerking her way through life as a small business owner of THREE different companies & processing rich peoples clothing for dry cleaning. If you ever need a Queer Mexican American to plan your event or organize your life, then you came to the right Goddess. Signing off with a purr, Goddess Kitty 😽

My Genitals

Photos by: Daily Mail

*Content warning: This podcast explores and uses various names for vaginas and penis’. Please listen with caution.

References:
Varsity Blues
We Asked Girls What They Call Their Vaginas
Just Hear Me Out…
Daily Mirror
Top Names Men Name Their Penis

Music:
These Walls-Kendrick Lamar
LoveGame-Lady Gaga
Pynk – Janelle Monáe
I don’t know why (I didn’t cum)
YMCA- Village People
Tempo – Lizzo ft. Missy Elliot

Putting Queer POC Voices First: Pre-Cut

Let’s be honest, when was the last time you heard from queer poc within the arts on a massive scale?

I’ll wait.

You haven’t and that’s a problem. But if you have, it’s probably because you sought it out and not because it was readily available to you/us.

As we begin to become more connected through the interwebs, social media, blogs, etc., I hope that we can also become more connected through our common narratives as Queer People of Color. Or at the very least become aware of the multitude of narratives there are. Therefore, (lol, I sound so formal) I am starting a “cut” where I cut to artists and/or queer poc within the theatre who are creating.

As a starting place, I have laid out some projects I have learned about and a few artists I will be in interviews. These features are only the starting point for finding a place where queer poc can find a place to belong because, if we’re being honest…our queer spaces can be dominated by white narratives. And yes, those are equally as important, sometimes, but we need more. We have more! So let’s talk about them and listen to them.

http://www.theeachotherproject.com/mdbg
http://www.candorarts.com/news/2017/5/21/announcing-falling-is-the-one-thing-i-by-korde-arrington-tuttle
(Play) Q2: An online community of LGBTQIA+ youth from around the country are connected through an online platform called Q2. When a new member enters the platform with questions, the group begins to reveal themselves to the real world as a way of proclaiming their solidarity. Slammed up against the pressures of tradition & classification, the group decides to incite a revolution. For more information: https://www.newyorkstageandfilm.org/in-residence
Up next: “Putting Queer POC Voices First Cut #1: Wenxuan Xue”

PUTTING QUEER POC VOICES FIRST PRE-CUT: A Poem for Us
Swaying beneath the words of resistance, love, unity, and freedom
I wonder if my desires will come to fruition
Is my imagination my reality
Or the truth of my dreams?
Who do I want to become, who am I and what do I represent?
It’s a constant black and forth, brown and forth of knowing and not knowing
Because we continue to grow like we have never grown before

Laying in the sun, bathing in the breath I am given
Red, Purple, Blue, Yellow flowers being sprouting from my soul
They are un contained — un aligned
Forming a ball around
-My heart

Grabbing at the veins inside my forearms ripping them open
leaving room for brown and black roots that are longing to stretch down to my hands
Porque esos manos son mi vida
They are la escénica de mi sonrisa
Porque ellos are the roots that keep my spin up
Ripping a whole down my core

Is the answer to my longing for more–
black and forth…?
brown and forth…?

Borders

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“When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending the best. They’re sending people that have lots of problems and they’re bringing those problems. They’re bringing drugs, they’re bringing crime. They’re rapists and some, I assume, are good people, but I speak to border guards and they’re telling us what we’re getting.”

“I will build a great wall and nobody builds walls better than me, believe me – and I’ll build them very inexpensively. I will build a great, great wall on our southern border, and I will make Mexico pay for that wall. Mark my words.”

–Donald Trump, June 16, 2015, New York, New York
[Cited from “Being a Latinx adolescent under a trump presidency: Analysis of Latinx youths reactions to immigration politics” by Laura Wray-Lake, Rachel Wells, Lauren Alvis, Sandra Delgado, Amy K. Syvertsen, Aaron Metzger.]

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november 8Th, 2016. a poem is wriTTen. noT This poem. a differenT one. july 18Th, 2018. This poem is wriTTen. noT like The poem from before. however, from ThaT day unTil Today, iT has been days of mourning. so we musT mourn, remember and honor The fallen.

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        as i look beyond The horizon,
        i fear The only Thing i will see
        are dark brown heaps piled up,
        lying There like sTill rocks.
        sTill breaThing.

        as i see That.
        as i mark That.
        as ‘iT’ crosses my borders.
        as ‘iT’ doesn’T cross my borders.
        i Think to myself–‘i wanT “iT” to cross.’
        i wanT There To be no cross.
        jesús crossed.
        yeT, This counTry ain’T crossing off iTs T’s like ThaT
        They ain’T coming over here guiding The way
        because To Them, people are jusT “iTs”
        They mark The cross in order To back up Their words
        yeT, i only hear fauc-eTs–
        draining down The shiT i see piled up laying There–
        sTill breaThing.

        as i look beyond The horizon,
        i fear The only Thing i will see
        are The T’s ThaT drag Their way Through
        The dusT and heaT.
        like sTill rocks.
        sTill breaThing.

        as They fall, or become one wiTh The law,
        we musT remember To pray.
        yeT, praying ‘under god’ can’T happen when
        he ain’T crossin’ off his T’s like ThaT.

        Today is The day of mourning.
        yesTerday was The day of mourning.
        Tomorrow will be The day of mourning.
        so we must mourn like piled dark brown heaps
        that lie There sTill as rocks.
        sTill breaThing.

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Don’t go mourning alone: https://crimethinc.com/books/no-wall-they-can-build

Love to Mind

*To the lovers that never were because our bodies told them to stay away…*

Ohhhh, Baby! Let me make Love to your mind!

Mindful thoughts swaying in the air with nowhere to go but in the warmth of my bosom
If only we knew how to make love blossom
into our smiles, our thoughts, and words.

Because loving with our bodies seems to be the only language we know
And being physical is nice and all but it’s like that’s the only way we know how to express ourselves
And I want to change the language of intimacy
Intently
Because in the depths of my being I know Love is forever and baby I know my body will not be here forever

My soul wants to caress the inner thigh of your mind
Kiss the lips of your sweet soul
Touch the chest of your thoughts and tell you,
Honey, let’s make love
Not with our bodies but with our souls
Pressing against one another, sweating because our passion is too hot and our faces are too warm
smiling, exchanging those words that we never thought we would
Changing our moans for laughter
Looking into the eyes of the other and saying
Oh, baby…
Let me make Love to your soul!

I see you and you see me, and for the first time in My life I know that if we never touch again we would still love
Still look at the other and agree we were one

One soul

Two minds

Bound in each other’s arms forever and always
Acting like always is forever and my forever is always.

The first time I saw your inner self I began to cry
Because our souls were naked and we saw how raw fully beautiful it was to leave the imprints of each other’s being on our hearts

When our final days come and I see your soul for the last time I will weep.
Because I know I will be leaving behind a mine of gold where I once was covered in dirt by the smog of your powerful beauty
And I think it’s okay to call you beautiful because to me that’s all I see
Even when the scars on your body may say otherwise
And the harshness of your skin may tell people to stay away
Anyways…

…This is all I soulfully see

[Pause]

I am with you and you are with me in bed together naked in our mind’s eye telling our life’s secrets
As if making love was easy and without complication
But let me tell you,
It’s complicated and it is not easy

My love for you is messy and harsh
Judging what my soul shares with yours because my body has been struck by others
By you
Beaten Down, Beaten Down

that my Self-finds it hard to say ‘yes’ to the making of Our love 

To make love to your soul is a task
One that needs work and practice
Your soul against mine is all I ask for
But in moments where I can actually see you for you, I wonder if you were ever really naked to begin with…

…I cry when I see your inner being inside mine

Love to Mind

I’m forever asking you to make love to my soul
Forever, as in My Always.

Presenting Queer: A coming out story

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?” – Frida Kahlo

This is for anyone who is still trying to understand what it means to be them. Even the best of us don’t even fully know.

We all present a certain self because that is what is most comfortable for us. Our presentations inform how we walk through this world and how others perceive us. Yet, as individuals, we all have the power to change the narrative of our stories, especially as artists. When I produce art as an artist, I find it a critical part of my process to seek out the truth. I strive to seek the truth in my daily life as well. However, more recently, the truth has become a blurred line because of this new identity I have embraced, “Queer.”

What Does Being Queer Really Mean?

Like many people on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, coming into one’s identity can be a challenge. There are many questions and confusing ideas that come up about who you are and what that means. You can be judged by your own peers within the community because you’re not “gay enough,” or there is this general feeling that you must present yourself a certain way in order to “fit in.” For myself, my confusion, questions and trying to “fit in,” has led me to be problematic at times and not fully understand the PC (politically correct) way of saying things. Yet, I continue to strive towards the truth anyway. That being said, as I explore what Queer means, I am fully aware that it does not mean the same thing to the next Queer person.

The truth behind my Queer identity manifested itself on November 8th, 2016 (for those of you familiar with that date, it was a huge deal). Long story short, I’m Queer. Always have been, always will be. Unfortunately, I have only been able to express this identity through my art. Through this blog. I have yet to come out to my family and some friends because of fear of being shunned by the other communities I am part of. My lines that were so perfectly straight and clear have become these mishmash of curves and colors. Which, for many of you, you can relate. I no longer can see what I saw before. I no longer think how I thought before. And I believe that is a positive thing.

These positive blurred lines have shown me we all experience our truth differently. For Frida, she experienced her truth through her pain(tings). The rawness of her truth brought her closer to herself and to her husband. She was loved. Yet tormented. She was caged, literally and mentally, yet, she flew. If I could express my truth in any way it be like Frida— I would fly away without my feet. As an artist, as an “OUT” Queer Artist of Color, flying makes sense considering these blurred mishmashed colors that surround me.

Now, as I paint the picture in my head of how I should or should not present myself, I believe we all have the capacity to Present however the hell we want to. Therefore, if you could express your truth, how would it look? Comment below. I will add your comments, and/or anything else you want to add, to some of my next blogs. I will give some of the caged birds a place to fly.


https://www.fridakahlo.org

Below are some resources I hope everyone takes advantage of. This short post serves as a resource for those who are coming into the community, who have been here for a while, or for those with friends or family members on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum. Comment below & ask questions!

10 tips on how to come out as LGBT to family and friends

10 Ways to Be an Ally & a Friend
1. Be a listener.
2. Be open-minded.
3. Be willing to talk.
4. Be inclusive and invite LGBT friends to hang out with your friends and family.
5. Don’t assume that all your friends and co-workers are straight. Someone close to you could be looking for support in their coming-out process. Not making assumptions will give them the space they need.
6. Anti-LGBT comments and jokes are harmful. Let your friends, family and co-workers know that you find them offensive.
7. Confront your own prejudices and bias, even if it is uncomfortable to do so.
8. Defend your LGBT friends against discrimination.
9. Believe that all people, regardless of gender identity and sexual orientation, should be treated with dignity and respect.
10. If you see LGBT people being misrepresented in the media contact us at glaad.org.