Primero The First: big thanks to Juliana Britto Schwartz at Feministing for profiling my shit in her article, Women of color travel too. Check it out.
the past month has been pretty fucking intense. I lost my health insurance, my house, and I turned 27. I took a few trips around the country and scoured the city for a new place to live. I’ve had frustrating appointments with the social insurance plan and my private insurance company and fights with previous landlords and roommates. and I’m done. after another year here, I’m throwing in the towel and trying somewhere else. I’m leaving quito and going back to nyc. I’m extremely sad about this turn of events but feel that it’s the only (and best) decision for me right now.
so my question is, what the fuck is home? in the past 6 years i’ve moved back and forth between these two cities maybe 4 times, and I can never really tell whether I’m going home or leaving home. as james baldwin wrote in giovanni’s room, “Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.” Ecuador has been home for me even before I ever got here, but Quito and I have always been at odds. living here has been a constant struggle since day one and it’s been pretty fucking impossible to find my footing here. something would come through, then I’d receive a blow in another arena. it’s been absolutely draining.
I’m taking all of this as a sign that I don’t belong in this city. I tried though – that I did – and I’ll always come back (my future trips back are already planned.) but it’s time to bounce. now I’ve got two weeks to say goodbye and maybe try to kinda prepare for the culture shock awaiting me back “home.”
Accepting travel stories + artwork for a Spanish-language zine anthology
consider yourself among the latinx/chicanx diaspora
come from a spanish-speaking country, directly or 2nd, 3rd generations, whatever!
have a story about traveling in latin america
have any kinda travel-related art lying around – DRAWINGS, photos, photos of graff/street art around the world
have random travel ephemera – train/plane/bus tickets, maps, handwritten maps, flyers, magic stuff you bought back from the road
then you gotta:
send that shit right over!
no other choice!
by september 15!
i’m collecting travelogues, lists, adventure stories, thoughts on place, and pretty much anything poignant and written well for a spanish-language anthology of travel stories in latin america. spanglish or english is cool too, since we’ll be translating it for an english edition (but if you can, spanish please!) zine will be half page, black and white. no need to send your art in in b+w, just keep in mind it will be copied that way. 1,000 word entry limit, but we’re flexible. send whatever you got to firstname.lastname@example.org by september 15. internationally-syndicated multi-lingual zine yo, get in on this! tell EVERYONE. baniamor.com.
Caminante, no hay puentes, se hace puentes al andar. Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.
just a quick heads up that i’ve changed the domain to this site from myname.wordpress.com to baniamor.com, so update your bookmarks if you’ve got me there. in the meantime, can we all send hate mail* to the lame company that got everywhereallthetime.com before me? booooo!