Tag: gran varones fellow

  • Grandma’s Hands (Our Story) | Rolando Rjay Aguirre

    Grandma’s Hands (Our Story) | Rolando Rjay Aguirre

    Unfortunately the interview was done via phone since I’m exposed daily to C-19 and have refrained from frequent visits. But her story has to be told! Since the pandemic hit her mental health has declined and “Dementia” took over. It has progressed pretty quickly but one thing she has not…

  • Flashback Friday: Stephen Acosta

    Flashback Friday: Stephen Acosta

    I remember this picture because I took it during one of my last shifts working as a delivery driver for Amazon, right before I resigned. I place this selfie mid-February of 2021. Simply put, I was exhausted with that job, but in hindsight it was so much more than that. …

  • Throwback: David Sell

    Throwback: David Sell

    Growing up, I was apart of a very small family, my household consisted of myself, two sisters and our amazing mother (may her soul continue to rest in paradise). In order to get my sisters and I more accustomed to my father’s side of the family (and to get a…

  • I Forgive Myself (A Poem) | Ryan West

    I Forgive Myself (A Poem) | Ryan West

    I forgive myself. I forgive that child that didn’t know he just wanted his momma to say she loved him at 10. I forgive that child for not knowing it wasn’t his fault his daddy–who was drug dealer to the hood–didn’t know how to love his queer child. I forgive…

  • Immuno-Heavy | Aces Lira

    Immuno-Heavy | Aces Lira

    The knots of responsibility weigh on me.Anxiousness creepsfor cuddles,when all I want is peace.You said you understood and I was tied, convinced. I know that people grow.You never grew out of selfishness.Telling me you want something serious butOpening myself you changed your mind.Words:promising but gestures:confusing.Slight hints over time of your…

  • SELENA

    SELENA

    My love for Selena would begin as a young brown boy growing up in Tucson, Arizona. As a first generation Mexican-American, and child of immigrant families, her story of embracing her Chicanaroots is what mirrored most in my life. From my earliest of memories, all I know is singing and dancing…

  • José | Durham, NC

    José | Durham, NC

    Happy NYHAAD! I know there are days where the oppression feels like glue. Somewhere, somebody, is melting that glue with sex, with substance, with story, because it’s spring during a pandemic, and there is a body here that makes heat when you rub it. I praise science & brujeria. I…

  • Gran Varones Fellows

    Gran Varones Fellows

    Last weekend, the second convening of the Gran Varones Positive Digital Arts Fellowship took place in Washington, DC. Since the start of the fellowship, varones from six different cities and just as many states, organized events, held community get-togethers and created digital content that amplified the experiences of Latinx folks…

  • THROWBACK: marcos

    THROWBACK: marcos

    Photo Title: Kindergarden Graduation ’89 In this picture, I’m 5 years old in Matamoros Mexico, graduating from Kindergarten, feeling like the happiest kid next to my mother and father. I remember when I was this age, I always wanted to be around my parents, especially my mother. Being close to…

  • Aces |Chicago, IL

    Aces |Chicago, IL

    How tough can it be to hype up some art, hang up some frames, and celebrate with some comadres from the block? To celebrate National Latinx AIDS Awareness Day, I wanted to bridge together some poz artists and our immigrant community members here in Chicago with an art gallery community…

  • Carlos, A Day With HIV

    Carlos, A Day With HIV

    What is in a day with HIV? #adaywithhiv looks different for everyone. For some it can mean stressing over medication. It can be an internal abyss of fear of disclosure. It can be trying to find housing. It can be trying to find a job. It can be internalizing all…

  • Demitri | Washington, DC

    Demitri | Washington, DC

    In my time and my neighborhood, a lot of people were the single moms and they had the young single mom that was growing up with. In my culture it was very much, “Yeah stay home, work, go to school, have a kid, this is community.” In Caribbean culture, that…