caramel tinted skin, too dark to be white, too light to be brown. deep colored eyes, long hair, freckle faced, one of those swirly babies. maybe an accident from the night two races fucked into one. a daughter of a border hopper, daughter of a house owner on main street america. i’m asked if i’m split tongue, asked “you’re white?” listening to the brown girls call me gringa, the white girls call me wetback. told i sound ghetto when i talk, but somehow still sound too proper when i pronounce my words. my latina friends call me cracker, call me bleached mexican. my white friends call me beaner, ask me to translate words from english to spanish. some kids call me coyote, a mess of a mutt, too impure to be one or the other. i am the oppressed and the oppressor, the kid from the immigrant, the kid from the citizen, told i don’t look like my light skinned mom, i don’t look like my dark skinned dad.

I’VE GOT BROWN EYES, CARAMEL COMPLEXION, A TONGUE DRESSED IN SPANISH ACCENT, WORDS PRONOUNCED STRONGLY, HAIR IN BRAIDS, SWEAT ON MY BACK. I’VE GOT A MOM WHO’S WHITE, A DAD WHO’S BROWN. I’M A CHILD OF A LOVE THAT SAW MORE THAN RACE, BUT SOMEHOW I’M LOOKED AT LIKE A CONFUSION, A PROBLEM, A MESS. I AM MIXED BLOOD, MIXED RACE, MIXED SOMEHOW GOT CAUGHT UP AND MEANT MUTT, COYOTE, GRINGA, SPIC, CRACKER, SWIRLY, IMPURE, UNDEFINED, UNIDENTIFIED.

i am flesh and bones made from latin descent, made from german hands, touched by the mexican dirt covered thumbs that planted me in a white skinned belly, kissed by dark lips, i was raised by two colors that made me into one. i am blood from both races, born to be more than just solitary. i am fine with not being defined. because beauty can’t be defined by one set standard when there’s so much diversity in this world. just like my blood, i am beautiful, dressed in two’s, beautiful by being different.

—  i.c. // mixed blood

A few observations from my current trip to the United States:

  • There really are American flags all over the place. I know it’s meant to be patriotic, but it actually comes off as kind of insecure.
  • The way y’all advertise medical services probably ought to be illegal - I’ve seen claims and guarantees that would be colossally unethical even if offered by a trained physician, much less a roadside billboard.
  • Is basic elevator etiquette not a thing here? Where I come from, when an elevator stops at your floor, you wait for anybody who’s getting off to disembark before getting on; around here, folks just bull their way into the carriage the moment the doors open, causing a huge traffic jam as the people who are trying to disembark have to shove their way past the people crowding in front of them. This happens ever. Single. Time.
  • It really throws cashiers and waiters off their game when you thank them for stuff. I probably shouldn’t find this funny.

“Mama June” and her daughter “Pumpkin” (or Lauryn), of the TLC show Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, have said in a new interview that they’re attracted to both men and women. 

“I’m attracted to females, and I’m attracted to males,” Pumpkin declares in the interview, which aired April 24. Though she stops short of using the terms “gay” or “bisexual,” she adds, “You cannot hide who you truly are.”

Although it was believed that Mama June was only there to support her 15-year-old daughter, Pumpkin quickly blurted out, “She is gay, too! June is gay, too!”

Mama June quickly clarified that she is bisexual, claiming that while she has been intimate with women, she has never had a real relationship with one: “I played in the minors but never went pro.”

Sure, why not? 

Today I have seen two cases of discrimination, I have seen someone being called a ‘white honkey’ and someone generalising white people as ‘frozen bitches’. How is it fair that you complain at us and stereotype us all as being culturally appropriating but it’s fine for you to be outright discriminatory? I would like to add that I am not against other cultures I just feel insulted by some things I have read.

Photograph by Alex Marks. All rights reserved Judd Foundation. Licensed by VAGA, New York, NY

Sunrise Over Marfa

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A Third-Grade Rap Portraitist’s First Visit to New York, for His First Tribeca Film Festival Debut

When 8-year old Lenox Buringruf, known by the name Yung Lenox, was asked about his first impressions of New York City, during a visit to town last weekend, he responded with appropriate candor: “It’s kinda smelly,” he said.

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