yesterday, i felt more unsafe outdoors than usual, and it took a lot out of me. being in quarantine means being less used to the stares and the head-turns, less accustomed than i once was to be to being sexualized on the street because i wasn’t born into a different gender. when you fall outside the gender binary, this type of harassment can be an even more uncomfortable experience as someone who feels that their gender presentation doesn’t match how they’re viewed (and subsequently targeted) in the streets.
when i got home, i found this sketch in one of my old notebooks. i remembered how connected i felt to the word “chingona” from the second i learned what it meant. today, i feel complex feelings toward a word that historically refers women and females, a word that used to help me feel seen now seems to cast me further into the shadows.
today, i am holding space for everyone who feels forced into a binary that doesn’t fully encompass who they are. i’m holding space for TPoC who experience more street harassment every day than their white counterparts do. we are chingonX, powerful and badass, ready to throw hands if you fuck with us, so you’d better stay out of our way 👊💜🌻🔪
going to be ordering versions of this design to my online store soon, message me if you’re interested in purchasing a pin or a sticker in the nonbinary design! later i’ll be posting some alternate versions without the flag if you don’t identify as nb but want to rep chingonx power ✊💐 i personally can’t wait to rock a pin or 2 in the street 👊🔪✨
