The Gran Varones is a legacy project that uses stories for Latino & Afro-Latino Gay and Queer* men
Louie:
So how do you like…?
Roman:
Atlanta?
Louie:
Yeah
Roman:
It’s cool I had a lot of beautiful experiences here. A lot of great things have
happened. I mean, it’s not where I wanna be but it is where things are poppin’
off.
Louie:
So do you know any other Boricuas out here?
Roman:
I met two of them. That’s it. We are like Pokémon out here. LOL
Louie:
People do try to collect us. No shade. Do you have family here?
Roman:
My mom lives here and my sister lives out here somewhere. LOL I left San Diego
and came here. I was like “fuck it” let me just go over there.
Louie:
How did you wind up in San Diego?
Roman:
My friend asked me if I wanted to move there and I was like “Sure.” So I packed
my shit and left. I moved from East to West and from North to South…twice.
Louie:
Where were you before San Diego?
Roman:
I was in Boston where I won the King of Latino Pride 2013.
Louie:
Nice! What do you think made you think winner that night?
Roman:
I don’t know; my outfits and answers. LOL I easily spent $2000 on my outfits
and suits. Pageants are expensive.
Louie:
Do you still have your sash?
Roman:
Of course, I do. That’s my trophy!
Roman St. James, Atlanta GA
Interviewed & Photographed by: Louie A. Ortiz-Fonseca
ok, so admittedly these kinds of list often times makes me wanna
literally roll my eyes by snatching them from out of my face and rolling
across my office floor. why you ask? well because they are often times
generic, i mean really generic and they seldom, if almost NEVER mention
the institutional systems that socialize us into hating ourselves.
does this list have things that are useful? sure, but you can find
these “tips” in any inspirational mariah carey song. hey mimi, you know i
love you gurl! so read the article because it does provide some surface
shit and sometimes we need that. no judgement. however, i don’t believe
that anyone’s unhappiness is entirely because of “simple” reasons. so
here is our list:
1. systematic homophobia: we live in a
world that teaches us every gawd damn minute that there is something
wrong with us and that our pleasures and desire for each other is a sin.
we as gay and queer men have to intentionally work to unlearn that shit
- and it ain’t easy. it is a lifetime of work that can be fuckin’
exhausting. so much so that we sometimes do not have the energy to
simply be “happy.” we are “simply” trying to sustain a small piece of
happy.
2. systematic racism chyle, when i was a young
queen, i got teased by all the kids in the school yard. i couldn’t wait
to grow up and be around other queens because queens wouldn’t tease each
other. i thought being with other queens would be the equalizer. chyle,
i gagged once i found out that shit isn’t true. yes, the other queens
didn’t call me “faggot” (well not in the way the school yard kids did,
anyway) but i have been called “spic,” “hood rat,” “wet back” and “cha
cha queen.” i learned early on that mainstream gay culture reinforces
the same racist and classist bullshit that is in the fabric of american
culture. calling that shit out or learning to live and “be” in spite of
that takes work. so much so that we sometimes do not have the energy to
simply be “happy.” we are “simply” trying to sustain any kind of happy.
3. AIDS stigma
although we are over 35 years into the AIDS epidemic, latino and black
gay me continue to be disproportionately impacted. of course, this is
because a myriad of reasons. but one major reason is stigma. how many of
us have had a friend, family member or human say, “cool, you’re gay? i
support you. don’t get AIDS.” this ultimately impacts how we experience
sex. so some of us become secretive about how we fuck, who we fuck and
when we fuck. so we begin to associate sex with secrecy and shame. this
is dangerous because when someone us test positive for HIV, we often
times feel like we have failed ourselves and our loved ones. they told
us to “not get AIDS” and we didn’t even listen. we internalize this
shame and it tricks us into believing that we are not good enough. so we
hide. we say mean things to keep us in hiding. some of us even say to
younger queens “don’t get AIDS.” so the shame and secrecy of AIDS
becomes stigma. it takes love, support and an entirely new internal
conversation with yourself to unlearn all of the terrible things were
are taught. so much so that we sometimes do not have the energy to
simply be “happy.” we are “simply” trying to sustain some kind of happy.
4. violence
yes, we have come a long way from where we once were. but for some of
us, walking down the street puts us at risk for getting teased, taunted
and attacked. hell, we can’t even sleep without the threat of someone
pouring hot water over our bodies. shit is beyond real and while we may
have been born this way, we live in a world that wishes that we weren’t.
man, we live in a country that experiences those of us who are queer
and undocumented as a “dangerous” combination. being prepared to defend
ourselves at any given moment is hard and taxing. so much so that we
sometimes do not have the energy to simply be “happy.” we are “simply”
trying to stay out of harm’s way.
so yeah, that is our short
list. while it is daunting this is what i know - we are magic. we are
fuckin’ magical! happiness, much like self-esteem, is always in flux.
some days are going to be easier than others. that is ok. not being able
to be or feel “happy” does not mean we have failed. we are beating the
odds every day. romanizing happiness alone will not make us happy.
happiness found in those fleeting moments when you are with your
good-good girlfriends laughing so hard that you piss on yourself. it is
found when you are going to war and find that muthafuggahs got your
back! it is found when we feel, know and believe that this world was
made for us too.
to all of the varones who once lied on hospital beds with a sinking t-cell count counting the minutes until you could hold down down your food.
to all of the varones who avoided looking into mirrors because the sunken face reflection did not reflect the beauty you behold.
to all of the varones who pieced themselves back together piece by piece after the violence of stigma left them broken and beat. to all the varones who survive life by surviving one night at a muthafuggin’ time.
we salute you.
we praise you.
because even AIDS, stigma, homophobia, racism, white supremacy, and oppression can’t keep us from rising. and when we become ancestors, we will continue rise in the voices of those who speak our names without shame.
so keep rising varones because resurrections are real.
Louie: I love that call me abuela and have my number saved in your phone with the grand mom emoji. LOL
Vince: Bendición LOL
Louie: Let’s talk about high school. Were you “out” then?
Vince: High School was actually great. I was always the kid everyone was cool with and I always respected everyone as long as they respected me. Unfortunately, during high school, I wasn’t “out” even though everyone and their mom and their grand mom knew my ass was gay. I never felt comfortable enough to come “out” even though I surrounded myself with great people, who until this day are still my great friends. But having a Pentecostal mother, I was always afraid to tell her. I’m a mama’s boy at heart and it would have been devastating if I came out to her and she didn’t accept me. I lost my dad when I was 13 and so my mother was all I had. I also had four older intimidating as fuck brothers, whom I love by the way. LOL
Louie: So you’re hella gay ass was not out in high school? LOL
Vince: But I finally came to my mom when I was like 21. I literally waited for her to ask me and she eventually did. I went to New York with my gay cousin and she knew so that triggered her to ask . She calls mind you while I’m shopping at Forever 21 (LOL) and she told me “when you get home we need to talk.” I was like, “Yes finally!” because I didn’t have the balls to tell her. So I when home, she sat my ass on the table and was like “Tu tiene algo que decirme,” which translates “Do you have something to tell me?” I replied, “What do you want to know?” We went back and forth, I swear for like a minute when I caved in and said “If you what to know if your son is gay - yes he is.” Here come the waterworks - she start crying and I start crying, very dramatic. (LOL) She tells me, “Well, you’re my son and I always love you but I can’t accept you because of my religion. I cried like a baby when she left the dining room. I was on the couch crying thinking that my mom doesn’t love me when my sister came down and hugged me. She said “Don’t worry Vince, this is something mom’s going to have to deal with. You’re an amazing person and you do nothing but good for her. She will get over it.” She made me feel so much better. My mom and I didn’t really talk for like two weeks until she came and hugged me and ask me for 20 dollars. After that it was like everything was back to normal. LOL
Louie: So you really helped to inspire my being positive. What inspired your attitude about body positivity?
Vince: When I was young, I was always the fat chubby kid ! Growing up, I did get slightly bullied. I say “slightly” because every time someone tried it, I was like “I’ll get one of my cousin or brothers to handle my battles!” LOL But I was the “fat” kid, who had the worst over bite in the world. Praise God and the miracle of braces! Dios gracias! LOL Puberty hit, the braces came off and I had a beard and a job while I was high school. I could finally buy what I wanted. I was still the “chubby” kid but I was now the “chubby” kid who dressed cute. But to not make it a whole long as story! Of course everyone has their insecurities but I’ve learned on my own that you have to love yourself with every flaw and “chichos” (love handles) you have! Find any moment to be who are and stay humble - keyword “humble.” No one likes someone who thinks their superior to everyone else!
Louie: You’re Colombian, right? What was like growing up in a city that predominately Puerto Rican? Be careful how you answer – I am Puerto Rican. LOL
Vince: Yeah, I’m full Colombian but my father that raised me isn’t – he was Puerto Rican. So, actually growing up with Puerto Ricans was awesome. I even speak like Rican! LOL Their crazy and loud but have always there for me even knowing that I wasn’t really my dad’s son. No one ever told me until I was 14, after he passed. I always had a feeling that he wasn’t but I always believed that your father is the man who raises you! Biological or not.
Louie: Do you know any other gay Colombians?
Vince: No. I don’t know any. If you know any let me know. LOL
Vince Cintron, Philadelphia
Interviewed & Photographed by: Louie A. Ortiz-Fonseca
Louie: It’s the beard! So how are you liking Los Angeles? How long have you been out here?
Roberto: I have been out here for five years. Things are finally falling into place and I love it. I love it out here.
Louie: What made you move out here?
Roberto: I needed a change. I came out here to visit a friend of mine
and I really liked it. My bae lost his job and it just felt right. I
woke up one morning and said “Let’s do it.” I bought my tickets and said
“Bye Philly.” LOL
Louie: Oh yeah, I do remember you just quitting your job and being like “Deuces!” LOL
Roberto: Yeah, it just felt right and I don’t regret it. When are you moving out here?
Juan: Yes! Thanks Mom and Dad. I am 42 and still going strong.
Louie: How are you different at 42 than when you were 22?
Juan: I’m not so much in a rush. Family is my main goal and enjoying our time together. I also am into photography. I love taking pictures all around Philadelphia.
Louie: What is the greatest lesson you have learned and how did you learn it.
Juan: Believe in love and I found that out through heartbreak.
Louie: You’re a twin, right? How are y'all different?
Juan: He’s smarter and more analytical. I’m more social and kinder…maybe even a little more naive.
Louie: You’re the cuter one?
Juan: No comment! LOL
Juan Carlos Ortiz, Philadelphia
Interviewed & Photographed by: Louie A. Ortiz-Fonseca
so
former first lady nancy reagan passed away and folks were posting left
and right how wicked nancy reagan was for having once turned her back on
her good friend rock hudson as he lied dying to complications of HIV.
apparently, it has been a slow day because people who consider
themselves advocates for those living with HIV were pissed that this
happened.
ok, let us to try understand this. nancy
reagan, miss say “just say no”, who created the national “just say no to drugs” campaign that helped to
usher in the zero-tolerance policies that laid the foundation for the
school-to-prison pipeline that has impacted millions of young black and latino
students, is monster because she ignored the pleas of a white and
wealthy socialite?
nancy, a woman who is celebrated for fierce
loyalty to her husband. nancy, the wife of the president that watched
as AIDS ravaged communities and did absolutely NOTHING to stop it? a
president that was committed to preventing others from doing shit to
stop it? the president who’s legacy is the deaths of thousands upon
thousands of people? knowing this - we are supposed to be mad and
enraged that she and the president ignored the pleas of a dying hudson?
chyle, are we as HIV advocates that desperate for something to be mad
at? seriously, are we mad because a privileged white, rich and affluent
gay man could not use his privilege to access care that many in our
communities could never and DID NOT get? would we be celebrating miss
nancy if she DID NOT turn her back on him while black and latino
communities were left to their own devices? y'all straight trippin’ boo!
miss nancy did exactly what the US government did in 1985 - ignored
people living with and dying from AIDS. she was only keeping it real and
was like “rocky, gurl, you ain’t hear? i just say no. so, about that
request of yours…chyle, why you playin’ we don’t do that. we don’t do
anything!”
no one should have had to die - no one. it is 2016
and we are still fighting for varones to get adequate care to manage
their HIV. so the shame, fear and helplessness that rock must have no
doubt experienced is something that NO ONE should have to ever go
through. the fact that people still do should been at pisses us not the
how miss nancy turned her back.
y'all need something to be mad
at? peep the latest CDC HIV statistics and how the larger lgbtq
organizations continue to turn their backs on trans women, black and
latino men living with HIV.
the ones on the way wide surviving life marginalized the ones who celebrate their GEDs and the ones hanging up PHDs who stay giving me the side eye. i am here for them too.
i am here for the ones living with HIV and beautifully thriving i am here for the ones who stay stigmatizing but even don’t know it. i am here for all of them.
i am here for the ones who can read and the ones who read. i am here for the ones that heal and the ones that continue to make us bleed gawd dammit, i am here for them too.
the ones who are undocumented and go on unaccounted for in pride parades the ones who are not afraid to parade up and down hood streets daring and threatening to beat any muthafucker who tries it i am here for them.
i am here for the ones who only speak and dream in spanish and those who have not mastered the language but still understand it. the ones who can’t roll an “R” but can the roll the hell out a blunt, i am here for them too.
who am i here for? varones! all of them.
i am here for the ones who raise their fists as an act of resistance and the ones who use their public assistance to feed more just their kids, more than just themselves i am here for them.
the ones that come in peace and that are in pieces of rage the ones that have been taught to deny pleasure and desire and so they sex shame i am here for the ones who get to workin’ by posting their pretty asses on backpage i am here for all them.
i am here for the ones who under and over achieve the ones who are so willing to love with their hearts on their sleeves i am here for tending to battle scars who stand on constant guard because life as a varon has made them hard, i am here for them.
the ones who are at close proximity to war and grief, the ones who are standing in possibility and the ones who can’t make believe to believe in the make believe because dreams were not made for all us. i am here for them because gawd dammit, they have been there for me.
MarShawn said “a good conversation will carry them for a lifetime.”
then allow our words to be something that can suspend gravity, illustrating and
making it so that it feels like we are levitating above it all - if just
for a moment.
let our words today be a foundation for those of
us who crawl on our bellies to meetings and rallies because are bellies
are collapsed from the lack of feeding our souls deserve on a daily.
let the words we choose today remind us that we don’t need to hurry the
fuck up - all the time. let them remind us that there is time to
breathe and brake and forsake every fuckin’ thing!
let the words
we choose carry us to each other so that we can fall into the arms of
each other. let these words remind us that there will be quakes and
thunder, we will fall under but not alone - not this time and not on our
watch.
let our words declare that we DO NOT move without tending to scars. we DO NOT love without mending our hearts. we DO NOT live without frustration of how far we still have to go.
so let our words carry them, carry us for a lifetime.
if your skin browns
only because of the sun,
there is not a thing,
not a single one
you can tell us
about how we engage
with our blackness
or which tactics
we utilized in our fight for freedom.
happy new year varones! hope the start of the 2016 has been full of love, inspiration and rest because baby, there is still work to done!
so the new year has begun and in less than a damn week, we have pissed off white mummers parade loving people and an ice cream shop. allow me to tell you all about it!
we brought in the new year in my hometown of philadelphia. while there, we were able to support the blacklivesmatter philadelphia movement by participating in their interruption of the historically racists and homophobic mummers parade on new year’s day. while the protest was short, we were clearly reminded just how racist philadelphia is.
not only did we get booed, screamed at and told that we don’t “belong here”, but we also experienced told the same shit in a series of rather hilarious tweets. it is a helluva experience to experience blatant racism in real life (while philly’s finest watched) and on social media simultaneously. #WhiteSupremacy360
all this because we tweeted the truth - the mummers parade is hella racist and homophobic.
these fools actually put their kids in brown face. oh yeah, and this was fuckin’ televised.
so was this tasteless and transphobic performance mocking caillyn jenner’s transition by the finnegan new year’s brigade. get up into the fuckin’ “dude looks like a lady” song. this too was televised.
in addition to this bullshit, a gay man walking his dog was verbally and physically assaulted by members of the same brigade.
of course city officials were like “oh my gawd, we are not only surprised but appalled at the by the transphobia at the mummers parade.” those of us who have not been living under a gentrified rock, know that this is pretty normal for the mummers parade. what i found interesting although pretty norm for philly LGBTQ “leaders” was that they just refused to mention and/or acknowledge the historical racism that plagues this damn parade every year. i am not sure if they just assume that brown face is not offensive or that those in the LGBTQ community at large are just not offended by it. ima go with both.
the mummers leadership released an statement letter “apologizing” for their antics. you can google it, i am sure. i couldn’t stomach it as i am exhausted with white people, white tears and their apologies over their racist antics.
on january 2, a fellow varon from new york contacted us to inform of a screen shot of a trans woman in a fight with a horribly offensive caption posted on the new york and philly based big gay ice cream’s instragram account. (see below)
yes, you read correctly, they used the slur “tranny” and seem to think that it is funny. they also seem to think that violence is funny. we called
them out via twitter because after all that’s what twitter is for and
these assholes block us! LMAO 2016 is off to great start!
anthony martinez: i was attending an online school but i didn’t like it. i am an outgoing person and i cannot be stuck behind a computer all day.
jacquelin martinez: he is a bright kid. i am so proud of him. he gets annoyed when i talk about him to other people but what can i say, i am a proud mother.
anthony: my sister got dressed so she can be in the picture. can she?
anthony martinez, high school student and dreamer in north philly.
when we started to the gran varones project, we never
imagined that the outcome would be a documentary film. in the winter of 2013,
with a no money, a few iphones, a flip cam and a shoddy microphone, we began
interviewing gay latino men from north philadelphia for a portrait photography
project. our goal was to raise the voices of gay latino men in philadelphia
telling our stories, the stories that often times get left out of the lgbtq
narrative.
in just a few months, we quickly amassed about 20 hours of film.
we knew we had to do something with the footage so we decided to download an
editing program, and learned how to use it as we edited the footage. The final
product is a 55 minute documentary of latino gay men courageously sharing their
stories and experiences.
the “our legacy is alive” documentary is a reminder that we
must tell our stories. the stonewall movie is a sobering truth that if we do
not tell and share our stories, no one will. we hope that you are inspired by
the film to share yours . we hope that this film serves as proof that our
stories can heal and brief life in our communities right here, right now. our
legacy is alive.
project coordinators:
louie a. ortiz-fonseca
anthony leon
sean laughlin
this film and project are dedicated to the courageous varones who have
so generously shared their stories in effort to raise our voices.
special thanks: gloria casarez, brent morales, charlotte sahadeo, erika
amiròn niz, nikki lopez, elicia gonzales, jaymie campbell, kira manser, samantha dato,
raices culturales latinoamericanas, concilio taller puertorriqueño and everyone
who has supported the making of this film and project.