The Feminist Club Amsterdam
Arriving at the sea;______with a tender ferocity On a day; thick with summer’s heatslowly& softlysweat submerges me laying the basket fullof ripe peaches, melons and kiwis I gently devour the dew kissed peachdripping with sweetness;______It’s reminiscent of honey ______Then, swiftly getting ready;To surf the waves As smooth as velvet, feather & a breeze surging into […]
Dear Hanaa, The First Generation of labels: Second Generation of labels A chronological disorder of home. Maybe it is the resistance to the normalized order. An intellectual, emotional transition that transfers home from solid ground to a global sky where anything could feel like home, and anyone can make a home. And this is overly […]
As I stay immersing in my mirrorThe reflection seems to come alive It sways; a dance of illuminating light I see; in every creasein every fold in every mark, of me Is where I find my peace In my frame, in my skinin my singular sculpture I feel my;evergreen grace A steadying sensation A feeling; only I embrace a quiet joy;In a place […]
Rummaging through the toy room for a childhood gone by unlocks a memory film scroll inside my head:it rolls out; like an endless red carpetleading us back– to our infant past. With a flickering crackle, the memory unravels, starringpink-trimmed, blonde-haired Barbie dolls living inwhole universes we created at the dropof a head. Yes. In shrieking […]
Illustration: Ines DeRu pamela varelapavamere.la Feminism and cyberfeminism in Latin America are a praxis of their own. The lack of privilege and education that runs through the region generates a collective dissociation from the academic and conceptual feminisms of North America and Europe. I recently attended an online workshop1 held by Argentinian feminist hacktivists Sol […]
Poem: Gloria Anzaldúa pamela varelapavamere.la In Mexico, it is common to hear the phrase se la robaron1. This means a woman was taken by a man and forced to mate with him and bear his children. This was a common practice in the generations before my grandparents. My great-grandmother–poor, with Cora indigenous roots, and […]