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-Doctor si me deja tomar este tequila le prometo no beber en mi funeral- Frida Kahlo

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Noemi lives in the texas/mexico borderlands, birth place of Gloria Anzaldua. I’m a long time zinester interested in alt.media, diy, edupunk, veg*n baking, indigenous issues, queer theory and reclamation, mestiza identity, borderland studies, women of color in alt media, raising brown boys, invisible disabilities, Mexican American/chican@ history, Texas/mexico border history, raising spitfire chicanas, single parenting in alt cultures.

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I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s – my madness would not be an escape from “reality”- Frida Kahlo

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