© Eva, 24 years old.


Born in Venezuela, of Venezuelan family. Lived in Barcelona most of my life as a latina in Spain. I live as an activist, writer, poet, traveler and, more recently, a settler. I left Barcelona when I was 19, and eventually settled in this strange place called Portland. Since my family moved out of Spain I lost all sense of home. Most of what I do is directed to figuring out how the hell am I going to recreate that home, in such a foreign land. I can't wait to be on my personal list of empowered women.

I'm also dedicated to changing the world.

17th July 2014


Palestina llora, Palestina sufre, Palestina se quema, a Palestina la queman, la devoran, la masacran, la dejan sin agua, sin comida, sin hospitales, sin hijos e hijas, sin padres y madres, la matan, la invaden. Palestina lucha, Palestina se defiende, no se deja masacrar sin respuesta, Palestina resiste. Palestina vencerá, con la ayuda de todos y todas. Palestina será libre.

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9th June 2014


earthquakes and other fears

The house shakes. Stop. The house shakes again. It stops. The plants stay, they remain quiet, as if everything else was quiet too. The house shakes. It shakes. It shakes and shakes and shakes until I find myself out, away, done. It stops.

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19th May 2014

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5th April 2014

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5th April 2014

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2nd April 2014

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A Fool's April →


I’m pregnant. I don’t know the dad. Or the child. Or how this happened. Details to come.

I’m engaged. He’s loved me a long time. Forgotten me for more.

I’ve always been Margot Slezack. I’m sorry if this disappoints you.

I follow the Julian calendar. I sleep only on the fortnight. For a…

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6th March 2014

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I’ll make my home

your home.

My place will be in yours,

as I approach

this new space that

in a few occasions

is safe.

I’ll make your place,

my safe space,

you’ll let me in

as I start to stay.

You’ll let me in,

You’ll let me stay,

we will make it seem,

like it’s all okay.

5th March 2014

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Y con la noche,
me despido de mí
y de todos vosotros,
los que de paso
os habéis convertido
en los fantasmas de los que
sin querer,
me escondo.

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4th March 2014

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The Trouble Between Us: An Uneasy History of White and Black Women in the Feminist Movement


Segregated Sisterhood: Racism Politics American Feminism


Black Sexual Politics: African Americans, Gender, and the New Racism


Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment


Ain’t I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism


Feminism Is For Everybody: Passionate Politics


The Womanist Reader: The First Quarter Century of Womanist Thought


Black Feminist Voices in Politics


Living for the Revolution: Black Feminist Organizations, 1968–1980


Reblogging for future reference
If you’re a white feminist and you place WoC, particularly Black women/feminists/womanists, and their struggles, narratives and activism on the periphery of the women’s liberation movement, or you belittle them as “special interest issues”, and you place white/Western women/feminists at the center of- and as the authority of the women’s liberation movement, then congrats. You really are a white/ Western “feminist”.

2nd March 2014

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I’ve been out of practice… I haven’t been writing… and that means I haven’t been healing or progressing much in what I need to do. Tomorrow it’s a different day.

Maybe this whole extroverted thing, this whole need to be surrounded by people and full of things to do with goals that seem completely abstract like that of becoming a better activist, a better learner, a more complete and admirable human being, a feminist. But then also the best friend, partner, mother, daughter, woman, ally, lover. All of these things I want to be, all of these things that are important to me, without sitting down and strategizing, or just letting my brain stop and roll around in its destructive thoughts so that by the end of the day I learn something new about myself, something I might not like but I will take it and have it be there, present, forever. And then I see what I do with it, but first I need to know.

And for that, I need to heal and progress. Write.

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