Central American queer latinx reading and responding to multiple literary works from an intersectional perspective to create a dialogue and conversation.
Summer of 2013 was the first time I had ever taken a Gender Studies class in college. It was an upper division course and I didn’t really know what to expect out of the course. Little did my 18-year-old self know that this class would change my life forever.
“Any guy that likes to bake is gay”
This is a tweet that my “friend” posted on Twitter about 2 years ago, and it still haunts me to this day.
The little remarks and actions people do reflect what they think is acceptable…
“I’m not having sex till I get married”
This was a constant ideal that I lived up to throughout my entire high school career, and my friend didn’t get it.
After hearing these words, my 6 year-old self could not have been more devastated. It was the first time anyone had ever told me that what I liked and preferred, was wrong. I constantly think about this moment, and question everything about it.