Showing posts with label Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Giving up choice in the name of marriage

by Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano
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Now underway - a 2 – 3 week hearing on the constitutionality of Prop 8.

I am hopeful that this step will take us closer to a Supreme Court hearing that might lead to a sweeping demise of marriage inequality in the country. However, we might be paying a high price for such a victory.

In reading what the judge has asked both sides to speak to, I saw the opening for the exploration as to whether gayness is a choice.

I haven’t a clue what scientific, psychological or sociological arguments will be presented. Although, in 2010 I imagine the argument as to whether sexual orientation is a matter of choice or biology will be answered rather easily. With a number of respected and well-regarded associations, institutions, organizations and experts agreeing that sexual orientation is not a disease or a result of a series of unfortunate circumstances, the question might be answered with some ease.

My concerns do not stem from the argument of biology versus lack-of-a-father-figure. I am concerned, however, with basing an argument about sexual orientation on biological predetermination and removing any semblance of choice, preference (god forbid) or desire (yikes!).

I understand the strategic argument for god (the Christian god, of course) and/or biology making us this way. After all, if I were born this way it would be unconscionable to deny me the basic rights that others (born the other way) have. While I get this, I don’t get how being a "biological error" (to quote Dr. Laura) or "blessing" (to quote queer revolutionaries) should be the primary reason(s) why I must be afforded the right to marry, to access health care or to stay alive.

I am not naïve; I know what country I live in, what decade I am in and what generation I was born into. Still, I can’t help but mourn the fact that I deserve these fundamental rights, not because I was born a certain way, but because I was born, period. I would much prefer to witness the realization of rights based on my humanity and not on the possibility that some divine being or mix matching of chromosomes or elongated index fingers “made me this way.”

I’m a little old school when it comes to sex and gender. I am an adamant believer in the fundamental right and necessity for choice. When I hold my partner in my arms, I am reminded not of how my mother’s womb made me gay, but how from the deep, sacred and evolving parts of my humanity I have come to desire, adore and build a life with another brown man. In the end, choice might be the one thing that keeps me queer.

I bow my hat to those working tirelessly to make marriage equality a reality. I only hope that our trade-off does not send us so far back that we cease to be queer and become normal.

Monday, May 4, 2009

I'm not talking no gay and lesbian reform, I'm talking revolution


lorenzo hererra y lozano shares this raw, hardly edited work in progress with lifelube

It is no secret to anyone, friends or not, that I’m not down with most things about the Gay and Lesbian Movement. In fact, I make it a point to call it a Gay and Lesbian Movement, rather than queer, LGBT, LGBTI, LGBTTISGLTS, and so on, because it isn’t any of those. As a movement, our identities, our experiences, our realities and our very bodies are summed up in letters/acronyms and just as easily chopped of when the opportunity presents itself. Incremental gains, after all, is a pretty way of saying “Not you, not now, not ever.”

By now I’ve made a good name for myself as being angry and perpetually unhappy with anything. I’d like to think I bring my critiques to the table along with some potential suggestions (however vague and useless) and maybe even some solutions (however equally vague and useless.. and irrelevant). This morning, however, I realized that for too long I’ve been focusing on the details, the little things, the nuances, the ego really.

So in the way Oprah taught me to say “AHA!” (then run out and drive a Ford Focus), I came to this place this morning (I drove there in the Focus):

The Gay and Lesbian Movement has gone too far, too many times and is fundamentally flawed institutionally and (to quote Micaela Díaz-Sánchez, though in a different context) “by design.” I’ve spent almost a decade kicking and screaming about the exclusion of people of color and the consistently offensive nature of our random and haphazard inclusion. We cant reform this, we must flip it on its head.

It is no secret, no mystery and no surprise that communities of color have a lot of work to do when it comes to homophobia. But, homophobia is not ours alone, nor have we mastered the art of all things homophobic, in fact, so much of who we are and what we put out in the world is inherently anti-homophobic (so stop using machismo with us!). Again, homophobia exists in our homes, yes, but let us also think about the connections Suzanne Pharr made in Homophobia: A Weapon of Sexism (Women’s Project, 1997 – though it originally came out in the 80’s), about how homophobia is in fact a weapon, a tool of sexism and is fundamentally about misogyny, the hatred of the feminine.

When we talk about uprooting homophobia, let us dig deeper and think about what it would mean to uproot misogyny. Perhaps gay and bi cisgender men would then see the inherit connections between our rights and a woman’s right to choose. And, let us not talk about these isms and phobias in contexts that imply people of color hold the trademark on evil.

This isn’t about homophobia alone, however, it is about the more profound dilemma of the Gay and Lesbian Movement’s apparently inherent inability to entertain or fathom the complexities of our realities. We do not need ANOTHER survey, poll or focus group process. We are not that THAT complicated and hard to crack open. We could learn a lot by just looking at what people of color have been screaming about for the past say, 20-30-40-500 years?

The Gay and Lesbian Movement has done too much harm far too many times. From the trans-exclusion in ENDA to the white supremacist attacks on people of color (many of whom queer, many of which by queer/people of color) post-Prop 8 passing. From the ridiculous and insulting minimalist funding of our organizations to the overtly outrageous and idiotic overbearing almost white-only leadership of what could be multi-racial organizations, but instead are really white organizations with some people of color (some of which might know they are people of color) sprinkled in their diversity departments.

I mean no disrespect to the people of color working in these organizations, those working to change these organizations, and to the race-conscious and downass white people who have had our backs even when we might have not known or be able to have our own backs. This is not about individuals, this is about institution, structure, underlying values and subsequent actions.

There is no turning back, there is no reforming, there is only revolutionizing. It is not enough to bring affirmative action ‘a la Pipeline Project and pour more people of color (who, by the way, might only be trained on how to behave in front of white people and people of color who know no better or know better but act like they don’t) into these potentially multi-racial but really, white organizations. My liberation is not tied to brown men in philanthropy, my liberation is tied to movement, actual flowing-moving forward-thinking and shaking movement. Affirmative action is not good enough and might even work against us.

Advisory boards are not enough, diversity committees were never enough and slapping a black face on a billboard.. not enough. These acts, if anything, are only further indication of how far off track we are from bringing about real, comprehensive, revolutionary, life-saving, world-spinning change. We’ve tried these things over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. They haven't worked. They have only scarred us deeper.

I’m not talking no gay and lesbian reform, I’m talking revolution. I’m not even talking revolution out into the world, I’m talking about internal and internalized slamming the door on old, tired, useless, racist, classist, and sexist ways. I’m talking about opening the door to another possibility, another reality.

The damage is to wide, the wounds are too deep, the tears are too sharp for us to settle for more of the same. Because of the scarcity of our realities, I could only think of radical and perhaps extreme measures. The balance is so far off that perhaps only by going in the complete opposite direction can we begin to talk about finding middle ground.

Here are just a few, off the cuff, not unique and not comprehensively thought-out ideas:

Leadership: Bring on the radical, the poor, the working class, the woman, the trans, the young, the elder and roll up into positions of power. I aint talking no director of diversity or outreach, I’m talking administrative, foundational, hierarchical leadership power. Add in some mad, mad, MAD skills to get this job done and some good, healthy, healing and loving support systems to facilitate the journey. Add in insanely and irrationally high expectations that these leaders of color hold and embody a radical racial justice analysis. People of color spewing the same thing we’ve tried to run away from, is not what we need. We need only look at the RNC.

Values: Let us test every single one of our assumptions and throw out the ones that make no sense. No more honoring of elected officials because they say they want to support us in getting married, while simultaneously establishing poverty courts and pushing people out of their cities. No more celebrating the ringing of Wall Street bells when Wall Street thrives off the decimation of people’s homes and bodies globally and here in our homes. It’s time for some overt, explicit, unapologetic, proactive and rooted values.

Issues: Let us finally have that damn conversation about marriage. Is it relevant or not? Is it our fight or not? Do we really want it or not? If we do, let’s do this, but let us just have that conversation once and for all. Let us challenge our ability to think beyond the confines of what we believe are the limits of our desire. Let us think of how the opening of the borders is a queer issue, let us challenge gay and lesbian gentrification of poor and working class neighborhoods. Let us figure some shit out.

Priorities: Let us flip this baby on its head. If we must prioritize, let us put our poor and working class young trans folk of color at the top, with even brown cisgender queer men at the bottom, just above white men. Let us really fundamentally transform and transgress the meaning of priorities. For someone’s god’s sake, let us fucking think.

Bipartisanship: I’m over hearing about reaching across the aisle. I’m not interested in finding compromise with people who believe I might be able to wed my partner but my grandmother living with dementia cannot receive adequate and efficient health care. No more. My grandmother is not a negotiating tool, nor is my love for my man. I’m in favor of full-on in your face partisanship. I’m ready to live in a world of crazy commie socialist tree-hugging vegan-wearing lefties. I’m not looking for (nor interested) in a world where we all agree and think the same, but I am looking for a world where certain values are unwavering and non-negotiable. We can argue on strategy all we want, but the fundamentals, no.

Anti-Bias: My ass is biased, period. I believe trans folk have a basic right to receive proper and good health care, period. I don’t want to have conversations about fiscal conservatives or pragmatic approaches. No, I’m biased, I view the world through a biased lens that says all life is sacred and all bodies are sacred, period. Let us start testing our biases, own them and check ourselves and each other when our biases are fed by isms and phobias instead of love and liberation.

Organizations: Let us survey our worlds and name those of us who are still around. Where are our organizations? Which ones are still here? Which ones did we have to close? Why? Let us go out into the wildernesses of our own fears and organizing heartbreaks and find the hearts and minds of those of us no longer around. Let us re-think what is possible and necessary for us to thrive. If it is through organizations or a combination thereof, let it be. But let us make it happen in healthy, affirming, thriving and sustainable ways. Enough of weekly cash flow scares (for the lucky ones) and enough of philanthropic prescription (for the questionable luckier ones). This is our movement, let us make some sense of it.

Organizing: Let us check ourselves and our assumptions on what is feasible, doable and legitimate. A structured, registered, well-funded organization stands in no way above rank of grass roots, campus-based, workspace-based, home-based volunteer-run, budget-less organizing. Perhaps a comprehensive approach to organizing is needed to bring about the lasting and sustainable change we need. Let us then begin honoring all forms of organizing.

Academia: Enough of academics living in their own planets, going to their own conferences and writing their papers “about” people who look like them, but people they don’t always get to be near, around, or loved and fed by. This isn't a jab at academic sisterhood who are doing mad good work breaking shit down and helping us make sense of our worlds. This is a slap at institutions that do not support genuine relationship building and nurturing. But, too, if you’re in school reading, writing and getting grades about and because of queer xicana performance artists, your ass better be showing up to their performances and throwing down some substantive and tangible love.

Arts: Let us get some artists up in this, now. I recall being interviewed by the Washington Blade and asked how I felt identifying as an artist/writer while still being a “leader.” I remember laughing, not at the irony, but at the idea that anyone would not see the connection or inherent nature of the arts and their place in our movements for centuries. Let us begin honoring our artists, not only in word and by applause, but by tearing open our pockets and supporting our artists in doing their thing, which is our thing, and advancing our place in this world.

[Let me be clear, these ideas are not ranked in any particular order. While my brain is un-linear, Facebook, email and Blogger are.]

I have spent the last several years lamenting the bridges I burned. I often go through life wondering what bridge I burn with each step I take, each word I type. Then, on occasion, I look around and realize there never was a bridge to begin with. All this time I have been standing in the high current with water up to my neck. And really, the current is where the movement is. We need no bridge, we need only jump in the river and storm through.

Come. Swim.

[read more from lorenzo here]

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

How is Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano healthy?


My health and healthiness: my being healthy is inextricably tied to the health of my people (read – broad and complex definition of “my people”).

I believe, know and center my spirituality, intellectual work and fucking on the notion and truth that my body carries memory.

Following the schoolings of Cherríe Moraga, Sharon Bridgforth and countless fierce queer women of color, I know that my body today is linked to the bodies of queer brown men from and of generations to come.

As an openly hiv-positive hyper-politicized and hyper-critical queer xicano-identified cisgender man, I know that the virus flowing through my veins is the virus that flowed through the veins of many, many queer men of color who were institutionally and methodically left to die under the shadow of their families denial and a flag built upon values and ideologies that rendered them/me subhuman.

Being healthy to me is about being liberated, following the teachings of womanists and knowing that my body is mine, my body is a place of resistance and knowing that each time I fuck a man he will find Aztlán all over me.

-- Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano
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Friday, September 14, 2007

Sexual orientation is a social construction?


by Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano

I’m supposed to be writing a paper for the class I’m taking: Leadership & Team Development. But, well I feel procrastination is the best form of preparation. Besides, talking about my leadership assumptions isn’t as exciting at the moment as this thought I’ve been pondering for quite some time…

Now, I like to think that I’ve come a loooooooong way when it comes to my awareness around gender identity and expression, as well as challenging the idea that gender is biological. I’ll admit, it hasn’t been an easy road. After all, if there’s one thing I was raised to believe in almost as staunchly as Jesus, is the idea that “men” are to conduct themselves a certain way, and “women,” ahem, “ladies” are to conduct themselves in their particular way.

Turns out these “ways” of conducting oneself were once written on someone’s ass cheeks and it is my family’s divinely granted (or imposed) burden to carry. Although I know other families carry the same burden, Herrera’s like to think of themselves as the messiah’s of gender conformity. Even if they don’t talk about it in these terms, the message is certainly conveyed rather effectively.

As a lil’ kid I was taught to act like a “man,” although my father still found it in his heart to buy me Barbies and every possible accessory (van, horse, dog, shoes, jeep, beach house, etc), he made sure to balance it out with Ken and Ken-sized vintage GI Joe’s (surely you can imagine what Ken and GI Joe would do when the lights were out). But, Barbies aside, I still knew that “men” had a certain code of conduct that needed to be followed because this, of course, was how we defended our heavenly created penis and testicles. And, although I continue to think of penis and testicles as heavenly, I no longer believe that my body parts and being a “man” are one and the same, biologically tied or sometimes even that related.

There’s a reason why my “Pastor” warned me from taking Feminism courses, because the day I finally took an 80’s Feminist-inspired Race, Class and Gender course in grad school I came to the realization that gender and biology are two completely different things, and rarely even related. I had thought that the idea of a “man” being defined any particular way was absurd, and that a person had the right to decide what gender worked best for them, but deep down I know that I still somehow believed that my penis and my role as a “man” were somehow related. However fucked up, perverse, violent, ignorant, vile, stupid and ridiculous as the idea was.

So, fast forward a few years and I’m sitting with the idea that maybe I haven’t done all my work when it comes to figuring out gender identity/expression and my role as an ally to trans / gender-non-conforming communities. I begin to think about what it means for me to identify as a “man” and to have been born with a penis and a set of testicles. To be frank, the match kinda works for me. And, to be even more sincere, the match in other people is something I find rather attractive. Um, maybe that’s where the gay identity comes in play.

But, getting to the point where I’m comfortable with conforming with the imposed idea that my gender identity (and sometimes expression) is male, is not what stumped me. Where I got stuck was when I began relating these ideas to the theory of sexual orientation as a biological phenomena. For quite some time I stopped thinking about me being gay as a biological fact. The idea that I was “born this way” became an obsolete concept for me a few years go, but, mainly for political reasons.

I wasn’t interested in working toward expanding my rights as a gay man because of an inevitable biological occurrence, I wanted to expand my rights (and continue to do so) because I am human. By working to expand my rights as a human, I was able to make more sense of the idea that I could become a better ally to other people’s efforts to expand their rights if I saw human rights as just that, human rights. But, this blog entry isn’t about identity politics, so please forgive the tangent.

To get back to the idea of my sexuality being biological, again, I refused to think of it as so due to ideological principals more than the idea that it was not possible. I figured, toying with the idea that maybe there was/is some element of choice in me desiring men was a far more radical and revolutionary act. Even if I kept my thinking somewhat in the closet out of fear of becoming even more of an outcast of a broader gay movement, it was a nice idea to hold onto, even if in relative privacy.

BUT, it was when I continued to work through this idea of gender being a social construction, and therefore making more sense of trans and gender-non-conforming issues, that something snapped. It was the proverbial “Oprah AJÁ Moment” when I realized… if gender is a social construction, a figment of our collective or isolated imagination(s), something that is not tied to our body(ies) and/or body part(s)… then, maybe there was more to my idea that sexual orientation is also not biological.

Maybe I’m being simple-minded and not getting something, but the more I think about it… for sexual orientation to be biological, I would have had to be born with the predisposition to desire someone of the same gender. Well, if gender is a social construction, how can I be born biologically predisposed to desire something that doesn’t really exist? Even if sexual orientation were not about desiring the same gender, but the same sex instead.. what of the idea that sex in itself is a social construction?

Could it be that the idea of sexual orientation as biological and Feminist thought are perpetually at odds, and therefore one is right, the other is not? Is it that for sexual orientation to be defined, gender identity/expression cannot? Or is it that sexual orientation, too, is a social construction and maybe, just maybe, there’s more to it than “I was born this way”?

Eh... what do I know, I'm just a man.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

fallen saints



fallen saints

by lorenzo herrera y lozano

there is no kind farewell
for the forsaken soul
no way to forgive the sin
of fighting for the life
trapped within our being

there is no way of choking
the faggot out of our throats
no way of flooding the drought
of a life thought without
spiritual meaning

there is no god for us
the fallen saints
virgins of tainted veins
martyrs of humane faith
prophets of our survival

no key to heaven’s gate
no amazing grace
no rising the third day
no hope for revival
no more love for us
the sacredly slain


Excerpt from the upcoming collection of poetry God Don’t Live Here Anymore by lorenzo herrera y lozano. For more on lorenzo, visit jotopower.com / myspace.com/jotopower.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

poem of sin














by lorenzo herrera y lozano

lick the veins off of my chest
tickle the rhythm out of my thighs
disguise my smile with your sigh
deactivate my deed
by pretending to ignore me
while I stumble through poetic lines

pry on the thoughts I've locked up
hidden so you don’t learn more than you should
have accesses to me and fuck
the mess I neatly keep away
my dirt-colored eyes aren’t for peeking
to the chaos of my stories

think of me as the clown
prancing around
your chin
an olive leaf crown
for your hardness awoken
consider yourself the heir
of a poem of sin

strip my mouth of fear
throw me down, there
make me a member of the fallen crowd
keep me down, there

there, where the sun rises
where I stop counting the hours
where I speak in tongues
where I barely come up for air
where I count the blessings
where I learn to sing through your hair
where I lick you bare of a bad poem

crisscrossing the maze of your back
stopping to grasp my map
gracefully I stray to the right
to the left, to the top of the bottom
carving an abstraction of you for me to see

think of me as a somebody
something that’s worthy
someone that can teach you a new step
’cuz I'm lost in your realm, but there

there I believe I've found
what I've been seeking
there is where I proudly declare
i found your sacred path
and i have come to venerate your fears
that rise when I'm down, there

there is where I want to be found
for when the world goes down
I'll already be, there



Excerpt from the upcoming collection of poetry God Don’t Live Here Anymore by lorenzo herrera y lozano. For more on lorenzo, visit jotopower.com / myspace.com/jotopower.


Tuesday, July 17, 2007

barebacking is for haters?



by Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano

Before you can convince people to save their lives, you have to convince them their lives are worth saving.

Phil Wilson, Black AIDS Institute


It’s been years since I believed in a vengeful supreme being with the potential and propensity to strike us down every time we break a rule or cross a line. I grew up believing that rib-created Eve took an apple and convinced her clay-made Adam to take a bite out of it. According to the story as I was taught, it’s because of Adam’s weakness, Eve’s deceitfulness (misogyny, anyone?) and the disobedience of the two of them that we are condemned to a paradise-less life.

The one bite created an avalanche of human suffering that will either end when Jesus comes back, the 100,000 or so are lifted or the Easter Bunny jumps out a bush and eats us. All we have to do now is sit tight, wait and above all… obey. Right.

Even with the absence of religion and fear in my life I continue to live in a world of serpents and forbidden apples. Call me Eve or Adam but sometimes a boy just needs to take a bit out of a plump and juicy ass. An act which, until relatively recently was punishable by law. OK, maybe not biting the ass, but certainly fucking it. So the sodomy law is gone, we celebrated, got drunk, made sure we penetrated the Supreme Court decision deep into each other. And every single one of us did so with a condom (right!), because fucking without one is the apple none of us can bite. We all know that to do so is an abomination and one of our remaining sins, even for those of us that no longer believe in sin… we know the punishment.

Now, I’m not trying to be sarcastic just for the sake of being sarcastic. I’m not trying to dismiss or belittle the importance and validity of condom use. I’m not questioning the role of prevention and education in our communities. And I’m certainly not challenging the need for us to eradicate HIV and other STD’s from our bodies.

As a (not so young anymore) Queer Xicano I have spent the last 10 years looking for my ancestors, many lost because of HIV/AIDS. I have dedicated myself professionally, artistically, academically and personally to supporting a movement to create a world free from such atrocities. Not a day goes by that I do not remember that through my veins flows the same virus that flowed through the veins of my ancestors.

I must confess, however, that I am disappointed and saddened by some of the ways that we’re going about things.

Coming of age as a young fag I was bombarded by messages telling me to be “responsible,” to “love myself,” and to “do the right thing.” It was made very clear to me from the beginning that:

1. I probably shouldn’t fuck around with too many guys, in fact, one should suffice; and

2. if I was going to be ‘promiscuous” I must always wear a condom.

But, nobody really explained why. Sure, there were the images of death, the stories of the ravaging effects HIV/AIDS has had in our communities and the loss of too many of my brothers. Yet, even with these explanations there remained an underlying tone reminiscent of my mother’s “Because I said so” days.

Today the messaging continues to be deeply engrained with moralistic statements about doing the right thing as if there is always one right way. Being in abusive relationships, negotiating power dynamics, trying to keep a roof over your head, figuring out your next meal… all are irrelevant. The bottom line: wear a condom, period.

If you’re negative, better stay that way. If we’re positive, we better remember that the responsibility of all those innocent negative people rests on our shoulders. After all, we’re the vectors of the disease. Hardly the sex-positive culture queer liberation efforts had in mind.

But then there are exceptions. Some people are unable to make the right choice because of their battles with addictions, some people down right hate themselves, some people hate everyone else, some people have serious psychological issues and then there are those that run around with the whole package of reasons. After all, why else would you make the wrong choice?

Certainly not because it feels good. No, that can’t be. We can never admit to such blasphemous ideas. We can’t have people running around thinking for themselves, questioning our morals, putting themselves in danger (negative folk) or endangering others (positive folk). After all, pleasure is not something we bring up when talking about sex, unless it’s to encourage people to make the right choice.

I’m not saying that self-destructive behaviors do not exist. I realize our choices are not always the ones with the greatest consequences and I certainly agree that substance use has the potential of clouding our judgment. Yet, I also don’t think it’s that simple.

My entire life people have told me what to do. From believing this country has always believed in freedom and liberty for all to the idea that Jesus was actually as insane as Paul would have us believe. It took me a couple of decades to realize that freedom and liberty for all has always had its small print and Jesus was actually a pretty cool dude that got a bad rap from Paul’s fucked up anti-women, anti-fag, anti-everyone-that-thought-independently writings. Similarly, I’ve stopped believing that morals-based prevention is actually that effective and conducive to human liberation. I’m no longer interested in buying the idea that wearing a condom is the right thing to do because it’s responsible, because Jesus said so or because not doing so implies that I hate myself and everyone around me.

So barebacking has become a fad. Sometimes I wonder if it’s really that exciting because it just feels better or if the experience (or thought of it!) is enhanced by the fact that fucking someone without a barrier is prohibited and punishable by gay law.

We have invested so much into narratives that claim that to love ourselves and each other is to do the right thing (wear a condom). Fear and damnation has only taken us so far and at times dragged us back a few steps. I can’t help but wonder what this world would look like if we took the time to develop narratives about how we are actually worth loving.

I don’t know of a solution and I don’t know that I will ever really figure one out. But I do enjoy thinking about what could be if we stopped condemning each other and started loving one another and sharing what we know not because we want to force people to make the decision we have declared as the right one, but because we all deserve more than a “because I said so” approach.

Who knows… maybe there’s some power behind creating a culture that nurtures and thrives on sex-positive, self-loving and informed queer men.

Until then…

Lorenzo's bio

Pues el Lorenzo was born in Califas. He lived 6 years in Chihuahua. He’s been in Austin since 2001. He’s Xicano. He’s a poet. He works at allgo. He’s getting another masters. He’s not all there. He loves men. Sometimes men love him. His blog is God is Brown.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Reclaiming My Jotería


by Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano

Check out his sites:
Joto Power
God is Brown

As a child growing up in the south part of the San Francisco Bay Area, dreams of what to be and/or do when one grew up were never-ending. I often dreamt of being a doctor, an architect or a pilot. Yet, as it turns out I faint when I see blood, I’m dimensionally challenged and I’m afraid of heights. Fast forward some 20 years and you’ll see that my life has nothing to do with medicine, architecture or aviation.

No, when I grew up I became a Joto.



I can see how the argument could be made that Jotería is not a profession, an academic field or perhaps even an artistic space from which to work. I argue the contrary. Calling myself Joto is not just an attempt to evoke a few chuckles, frighten people or gain attention through ever-popular shock value. Calling myself a Joto is part of a political process.

Joto, which pretty much translates as faggot, is a term so many Chicanas/os, Mexican Americans and Mexicanas/os (I differentiate for those who choose to identify in particular ways) grew up around. In my home, the term was often used to talk about one of my younger uncles, who is now one of my younger aunts. Before she was able to claim her identity as a woman, my aunt was what appeared to be a pretty effeminate young man. Legs were shaved, voice was soft and those hips couldn’t help but sway. Things that a ‘man’ or, to be specific, ‘un hombre’ never did. Things only a Joto would do.

So my tía, then my tío, was my point of reference for all things Joto. I clearly remember how family and community would ostracize her for being a disgrace to the family. She would never marry, she would never have children, she would never measure up to being the type of man my family expected her to be. Obviously, since she wasn’t a man to begin with. But, I share a brief piece of her story not to define her as a Joto or Jota. I share it because this was the beginning of the path that lead me to one day claim the term Joto as my identity.

The first memory I have of the term was back when I was 5 years old. My aunt
had come to live with us in San José and I overheard my father talking to my mom about how ‘he’ was clearly acting like a Joto. Since then I understood that the term was not one to be proud of. As I grew up and began having those butterfly feelings for other boys, I couldn’t keep the word Joto out of my mind. I was convinced I wasn’t one of those. Even as I explored my sexuality with other young men as a young man, and later as I came of age as a young adult, I still refused to think of myself in such a way.

But as I was exploring desire, I was also exploring what it meant to be the son of a Mexican-born father while living in the United States and the son of a United States-born mother while living in México. I came out of this process claiming a Chicano identity. I learned that my identity was deeper than the color of my skin, while definitely informed by it. I learned that claiming this identity was a political statement. Claiming a Chicano identity was also claiming an intentionally political identity. There was nothing subtle about calling myself Chicano.

By the time I came out as a gay man I was deeply rooted in my identity as a Chicano. Now I had the task of making sense of what I thought were two different identities and experiences. Most of what I knew about being Chicano was from a non-queer perspective. Meanwhile all that I had access to about what it meant to be queer was from a white perspective. Yet, I knew I had nothing in common with stories of young white men growing up in Kansas and finding home in the Castro District of San Francisco. While these stories are important to tell they are not my stories.

The process of reclaiming the word Joto as an identity came from trying to negotiate what I thought were two different realities. Claiming a Joto identity has been about learning that my cultura and my sexuality cannot be separated. Both live in my body. Joto is just as much a politicized identity as Chicano and Queer are.

Jotería is the understanding and affirmation that my cultura and sexuality are interconnected, informing each other and mutually integral to my very wholeness.

I join arms with my sisters and brothers of the LGBT Movement and the Chicana/o Movement as a Joto. Every step I take, I take as a Joto. My work as an activist, academic, artist, partner, lover, son, friend, sister, brother and ally stems from the real, mythological and mystical place that is Jotería.

Lorenzo's bio
Pues el Lorenzo was born in Califas. He lived 6 years in Chihuahua. He’s been in Austin since 2001. He’s Xicano. He’s a poet. He works at allgo. He’s getting another masters. He’s not all there. He loves men. Sometimes men love him.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Mexican-cantina survival skills on parade in Tragic Bitches - May 6th in Berkeley


An evening of brazen poetry with themes of family unity and disunity, ethnic bonds and bondage, assimilation and displacement, clit envy and penis worship, hard-ons and even harder break-ups...

Tragic Bitches
is a collaborative theatrical poetry staging drowned in the melodies and nuances of the music that triggers and accompanies us through our tragedies. Conceptualized by three Queer Xicana/o Artistas, Adelina Anthony, Dino Foxx and Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano, Tragic Bitches is the exploration of those dark corners of our souls we both fear and cherish. Birthed past midnight while laying on an old couch, drinking red wine and eating organic almonds, walnuts and sun dried cranberries... indeed, even birth can be tragic.

Tragic Bitches brings together the poetry of these three artists as they dive into the abysmal cycles of love, desire, family, betrayal, heartbreak, depression and renewed hope. The artists drag the audience into the depths of their poetic chaos in a whirlwind of Spanish, English and Spanglish metaphors. Set to music spanning nearly 10 decades and genres, Tragic Bitches leaves no crevice untouched.


Sunday, May 6, 2007

7pm

La Peña Cultural Center
3105 Shattuck Ave ~ Berkeley, CA 94705

(510) 849-2568

$8 pre-sale / $10 door


Forget what you think you know about queer Xican@s. And please forget what you think you
know about our poetry. But do remember to mark your calendars for a very special and unique collaboration among spoken word/poet-performers: Adelina Anthony, Dino Foxx, & Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano. These artists hailing from Texas & So Cal promise an evening of brazen poetry with themes of family unity and disunity, ethnic bonds and bondage, assimilation and displacement, clit envy and penis worship, hard-ons and even harder break-ups! And, of course, it takes bitches with those Mexican-cantina survival skills to make you both laugh and cry at the tragedy of it all… a night of reclaiming ourselves.

Adelina Anthony, hailed by critics for her comic performances as “bawdy, proud and hysterical” to “screamingly funny,” is workshopping her poetry to small private audiences on lesbian beds throughout Aztlán. Her poetry has been published in Germany, Texas and California; she has performed/read her poetry at various cultural and university venues. She is working on a poetry series entitled Ay, Baby, Entre Tú y Mi Mama… Casi Me Matan! Adelina is a multi-genre artist garnering Best Actress nominations in comedy & drama, Best Production & Director write-ups, and she is featured in Simon & Schuster’s Best American Erotica series. In 2002, Adelina was selected as one of the top queer activist by Tentaciones Magazines in Los Angeles. Her website www.adelinaanthony.com is available for viewing 24 hours a day, diehard stalker fans have probably already found her on myspace.com/adelinaanthony.

Dino Foxx, born and raised in San Antonio, lives his life as an actor, singer, dancer, writer, spoken word poet and activist. Most recently Dino performed alongside Emanuel Xavier, Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano and Sterling Houston in Chile Con Lengua: Chiles Unplugged in Austin and San Antonio bringing this project into its sixth successful year. In January of 2006 Dino hit the stage in New York City where he headlined alongside Emanuel Xavier in Mariposas, a spoken word benefit for SOMOS (A program of the Latino Commission on AIDS) at the Bowery Poetry Club. His poetry was most recently published in the radical Queer People of Color Anthology, Queer Codex: Chile Love in association with ALLGO & Evelyn Street Press. Dino is also in the process of publishing his first collection of poetry entitled Memoirs of a Jota – Part I (Xorizote Press). [myspace.com/dinofoxx]

Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano is a Queer Xicano Poet, Dreamer and Activist, born in San José, California, raised in Estación Adela, Chihuahua, and now living in Austin, Tejas. Lorenzo’s work has been called “uncompromising and hopeful, cínico y cariñoso,” “inspiring… provocative,” “landing so deep/you bleed without feeling the cut.” He is the author of the Lambda Literary Award-Nominated Santo de la Pata Alzada: Poems from the Queer/Xicano/Positive Pen. He is in the final stages of publishing his second book, Promesas y Amenazas, an all-Spanish collection of poetry inspired on the Bolero aesthetic; and is finalizing his third collection, God Don’t Live Here Anymore, scheduled to be released in 2008. Lorenzo is the founder of a Xorizote Press. [www.jotopower.com / myspace.com/jotopower]

PS ---- LifeLube hears they plan to bring their tragedy to other cities beyond the Berkeley date...

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

God is Brown - "I'm going to tell you a secret."



Austin's Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano talks about culturally specific HIV interventions in his latest post on his God is Brown blog, "I'm going to tell you a secret."

Here is an excerpt:

"The fact that HIV continues to hit queer men of color requires us to pay attention. Culturally specific prevention efforts are critical. But before we run out and focus all of our attention and energies to culturally specific prevention efforts, lets take a moment to check ourselves and our assumptions.
"First of all, queer men of color do not live in community vacuums. Are Latino men more likely to have sex with other Latino men? Possibly. But, it’s also possible that we have sex with non-Latino men, including White men. Yup. Health officials may have a hard time believing it. But, I’ve had my share of fucks with White guys. So there, the secret is out. Not all men of color stick to men of color exclusively and eternally. Madonna’s not the only one with secrets to tell… (eat your heart out CDC!)
"So, in a state like Texas where the Department of Health in all its wisdom shifted most of its funding in 2002 toward culturally specific programs ‘targeting’ only people of color, one would have to wonder… Are my White gay and bi brothers now exempt from being affected by HIV or are they just exempt from funding?"

Check Lorenzo's blog for the rest.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

liberation and/vs equal rights


by Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano

this piece was originally posted April 16 on his wonderful blog - God is Brown


I was recently invited to be a part of a panel on queer marriage. The panel was organized by the University of Texas (UT) at Austin’s Queer Student Alliance with the intent of
creating the space to think/talk critically about marriage. The panel was comprised of UT professors and representatives of various organizations in town. The discussion was pretty engaging, with half the table talking about the role of marriage in pursuing equal rights.. while the half was thinking a little more critically about what marriage means and could mean to our communities.

As the conversation was moving along I noticed that yet again, half of the people at the table were having a completely different conversation than the other half. I began thinking that either my A.D.D. had kicked in or the reason we kept getting stuck in the conversation was because one group was talking about equal rights while the other was talking about liberation.

I do not mean to imply that only two perspectives exist, or that either perspective is shared among either group. I think there are more than the two perspectives of equal rights and liberation, as well as more than one perspective within both frameworks. But, to elaborate a little more... when I think of the LGBT (I know, the L&G have yet to really do their part in including the B&T, but I wont start that fight here, just yet) movement’s pursuit of marriage, I think of it as an equal rights movement. With this in mind, it makes sense to me that much of our energy and resources go toward education and lobbying. By pursuing equal rights the LGBT movement is seeking to reform the institutions that govern us. This movement is playing the game to expand our civil rights.

– – – Please note that by civil rights I mean the rights that exist within the civic arena. I do not mean to compare (or not) LGBT equal rights to the Civil Rights Movement. That’s another conversation. – – –

When I think about liberation, however, and the other conversation taking place
at the table, I think of our energy and resources going into thinking critically about everything. Now, thinking critically isn’t about being cynical, pessimistic or just plain bitchy. Thinking critically is essential in moving us forward as humans, period. I’m a strong advocate of critical thinking as it provides the space to look at what we know (or have been told) to be true as well as a space to imagine other possibilities.

Thinking about liberation does not necessarily involve pursuing equal rights. Particularly as liberation is not about playing the game, it’s about saying the game is fucked up and we want it to end. Pursuing marriage within a liberation framework doesn’t quite make sense. Why would we want to be a part of an institution that has not been kind to women, that has not always been accessible to people of color (for some it is still not accessible), and doesn’t necessarily have a great success rate (I know, there are more/other reasons, but I’ll leave it at this for now).

I’ve seen tension growing within the LGBT movement over the years. Perhaps part of what is fueling this tension is that we have somehow assumed that all of us working around LGBT issues are a part of this movement. We also seem to assume that we all know what this movement is. I believe part of the challenge is that some are interested in working within the traditional governmental framework we have, while others are looking to re-think the framework in itself.

So now we have one group of people saying that marriage is our ticket to protecting our families. With marriage we will have inheritance rights, hospital visitation/decision-making rights, health insurance coverage through our partners’ employee coverage, the right to sponsor our partners from other countries, etc. At the same time, another group is questioning both marriage and the institutions that govern and restrict the very rights the pro-marriage group is saying we’ll get when we marry.

For one, the above argument used to pursue marriage is based several class-based assumptions. Having the right to be covered under our partners’ employee insurance plan implies that our partners have a job that provides insurance. Actually, it implies our partners have a job. It implies that we want our partners to be the ones that have access to us as well as the right to make decisions for us when we are hospitalized. What happens when our partners are the reason for our hospitalization? (Yes, I just implied domestic violence exists in our relationships. But, shh!)

However, I’m not saying that conversations about liberation have been entirely thought-out either. When I’m engaging in a conversations on liberation, I always think about México and its independence. Here’s a country that pursued its independence from Spain (some of us think the Spanish never really left), and when independence was declared, they went out and named an emperor (who wasn’t even Mexican!). I have to wonder, what will we do? If liberation efforts succeed and the oppressive/repressive institutions are overthrown, what will we do then? Are we ready for a world without an IRS? Are we ready for a world without a ‘criminal’ ‘justice’ department? Call me conservative, regressive and closed-minded… I don’t think we are.

My concern and critique of pursuits of liberation is that most of what I hear and see is about changing the external systems that oppress/repress us. Where are the efforts to change the internal systems that oppress/repress us? I find it difficult to imagine a world where everyone is free without first shifting the paradigms that exist within our own bodies….

Meanwhile I’ll keep supporting the marriage movement with the hope that some rights will be relevant and helpful to more people in our community than those we assume will benefit. At the same time, I’ll support efforts to challenge problematic immigration policies, narrow partner structures (i.e. only two people = relationship), unemployment, etc.

I’ll also keep thinking about how I can shift the paradigms instilled in me over the last centuries. Perhaps one day I will be liberated as a human. Perhaps then I can be useful in working toward world liberation. Perhaps being liberated myself is world liberation. Perhaps.

"I change myself, I change the world." - Gloria Anzaldúa


Lorenzo's bio
Pues el Lorenzo was born in Califas. He lived 6 years in Chihuahua. He’s been in Austin since 2001. He’s Xicano. He’s a poet. He works at allgo. He’s getting another masters. He’s not all there. He loves men. Sometimes men love him.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

a world without plantations



by Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano

Earlier this week a person sent an e-mail through the Gay Men’s Health Summit listserve about a posting on Chicago’s Craigslist Rants & Raves section. The posting was about racism in the gay community and called for organizations to take action in addressing the issue. The e-mail implied that racism was more prevalent in the gay community, which was later addressed in an e-mail response by another member of the list serve. Finally, another member sent an e-mail inviting the group to look at homophobia in “… white, black, brown, yellow, green, blue and red cultures.” Below is a response:

Call me ignorant, but I thought yellow and red were inappropriate terms in referring to Asian and Native communities. I do not know what green and blue cultures are, but I will assume the terms are not used to dismiss the importance of identity. As a Chicano, I take the term brown rather seriously and would hope it would be respected as such among my colleagues.

In any event, I’d like to take a step back and not assume that a conversation on racism in our communities can be resolved in one or two e-mails. I agree on the previous posting that racism is not unique to Same Gender Loving, Queer, Two Spirit, Transgender, Intersex, Bi, Lesbian, Gay, otherwise-identified and non-identifying communities.

Similarly, I do not think that people of color are more homophobic than white people. Interestingly, I have not seen this notion challenged as much outside of communities of color. Perhaps an opportunity to look at the deep seeded racism that allows this thought to thrive.

I would invite us to challenge our internalized needs to defend our privilege by jumping so quickly into ways ‘others’ oppress us. I do not mean to dismiss the fact that there is homophobia in communities of color. I have certainly had my share of homophobia within my own community and do not intend to point fingers at the homophobia of other communities while my own is running rampant.

There is no accident in the way people of color have been strategically, institutionally and historically marginalized from participating in the civic process of this country. Sadly, mainstream (and I use this term loosely) LGBT organizations also have much room to grow in their efforts to include all of us as well. I do not think this exclusion is necessarily strategic, but certainly institutional and historic. A diversity committee on the board of a national organization does not constitute inclusivity. Hiring a person of color to deal with all people of color ‘matters’ is not inclusivity. Until we see a shift in a rigid white-middle class-gay male-dominant paradigm, people of color will continue to be left on the side of the road. Having a movement large enough to fit us all means that the agenda must be shared. I do not believe the agenda must be agreed on entirely, but there must be enough room for all of us to be engaged on our own terms.

People of color are expected to assimilate or at least acculturate into a white society. We are expected to learn the language, rid ourselves of our accents, learn when to be quiet, and swallow inappropriate behavior toward us. Whereas non-people of color are expected to be “culturally sensitive” and “tolerant.”

I am not interested in a world where these expectations and roles are inverted. I am, however, interested in a world where neither are expected and we grow the courage to deal with what is really going on, instead of dancing on the outskirts of the problem. I see us benefiting more from figuring out ways to coalesce. We have tried pointing fingers at each other with minimal results. After decades of experience, this movement remains in the dark ages. The time to become culturally sensitive is over. It is time for us to deal with the core that continues to emanate illnesses, such as racism, homophobia, transphobia, classism, sexism, lesbophobia, aidsphobia, xenophobia and so many other phobias and isms that permeate the air we breathe and share.

Only together can we overcome the barriers that have been placed before us. Marriage discrimination (to provide an example) will be difficultly overcome if we keep reinforcing conservative’s messaging that this is a white middle class gay male issue, by following white middle class gay male-exclusive agendas. I do not ask that we disregard this part of our community, but ask that this part of our community work with the rest of us to create a movement large enough to fit us all, whole.

I do not dream of a world where people of color own the plantations. I dream of a world where plantations do not exist.

Paz,


Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano

Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano is a Queer Xicano Poet, Dreamer and Activist, born in San José, California, raised in Estación Adela, Chihuahua, and now living in Austin, Tejas. Lorenzo’s work has been called “uncompromising and hopeful, cínico y cariñoso,” “inspiring… provocative,” “landing so deep/you bleed without feeling the cut.” He is the author of the Lambda Literary Award-Nominated Santo de la Pata Alzada: Poems from the Queer/Xicano/Positive Pen. Further information is available on jotopower.com and godisbrown.blogspot.com

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