Thank you, Ángela and Pilar.
 

Yannia Sofía Garzón Valencia I am a Black woman and a community weaver. I live in Santander de Quilichao in Cauca, Colombia. I am interested in the creative processes that organize sustainable collective life. I like exchanging thoughts and cooking, investigating and analyzing, planting seeds and learning from plants, reading and playing. I am currently coordinating the observatory of gender-based violence against afro-descendant communities in Colombia (@VigiaAfro).

The three of us were “sharing” the afternoon in a neighborhood south of Bogota. 

 There was an unusually large green playing area and we sat on little wooden stools under an elderberry tree. We were finally experiencing that other form of love – that pleasure of being together and listening to each other. For me, these kinds of chats are among the expressions of love that life had only recently allowed me to enjoy. I had not known this other form of love – the kinds found outside workshops, activist spaces, classrooms, or workplaces – to be possible. Yet we three friends spent the afternoon amongst ourselves and we did not pretend to be blind to the color of our respective skins. Rather, it was a lived factor that allowed us to intimately discuss the similarities and differences in our childhood and youthful experiences.
 
Those chats were unrelated to any upcoming activities of the Black movement in Colombia, but they still nourish me and acquire new meanings. Our closeness was woven through coming together, recognizing each other, and identifying the uniqueness of our liberations. And by realizing there is not just one but many paths to liberation – those paths we inhabited every time we said “no” and rebelled. Far from feeling discomfort, we met in an authenticity made of weakness and strength, one which brought us closer instead of separating us.
 
Our purpose on that beautiful afternoon was to just be – to have an awareness of simply being amongst ourselves. We walked through our pasts so that the memories that stayed with us were those we decided to keep as ours, and not those that fear let through and found a place for. We remembered exact fragments of TV shows, and sang songs written by artists who had taught us about loving well, hating well, cursing like the worst villain, and suffering like the best leading lady. 
 
We told each other about our school pranks, and what remained in our subconscious after being exposed to the many ways the media repeats the same thing – after the teachers and nuns at school overexposed us to stories so that we would identify with and appropriate Cinderella’s aspirations for our own lives. This would set the tone for the rest of our story: the drama of the impoverished and diminished girl who is yet to achieve her full value through an act that redeems her condition. And that act can only be brought about by the gaze of a male who, at the very least, is white, hence deserving of what is between our thighs – his “main aspiration” – and the “perfect realization of our dreams,” which we are told should then be our main aspiration.
 
There were three of us there that afternoon. Each had been brought up in a different part of the country, but it was fascinating that we could all still quote fragments and situations from songs and soap operas that often – as we realized by getting to know each other – shared codes or symbols that were replicated, with a few variations, in our homes, in our first relationships, and in our neighborhoods and schools. Brought up by “dramas” (is that what that very successful genre is called?) where the more you suffer, the more you deserve, the issue of “how and in which situations it is acceptable and legitimate to suffer” becomes an important mandate on how the person who suffers should be seen, what they should do, and whom they should be. Some of us managed to liberate ourselves and “learn” a definition of love that could only be learnt in adulthood, shattering illusions, and accepting natural sin. And becoming aware of the industrial production of a virgin, which we may refuse to look like as she has no place in our understanding, and the disappointment this alienation brings.
 

After singing, we reviewed our early sexual explorations. I never thought that most people experienced them before the age of nine and that even in adulthood, those experiences, those memories, remain a heavy burden. Even today, in thousands of places, millions of girls and boys see their innocence curtailed by lack of trust and the ignorance we present them with when they try to explore their bodies. Blaming curiosity is a most efficient control mechanism. We went back to the brief conversations we had when we changed the history of our lives from cursed Black beings to a perspective that rebirthed us. We remembered how many of our aunts and female cousins left their homes, their core, their roots, to seek a future outside, elsewhere.
 

The future comes with a price: it demands that those relationships that marked our childhood are reshaped and confined to oblivion. They are our foundations, but they are not relevant if we want to move ahead. For us, advancing was to learn by heart what we do to ourselves with the opportunities we find elsewhere. That it is elsewhere, and not within us, that opportunities lie, that we are available, that we need to be outside. However, for many of our aunts and female cousins, the few opportunities to enroll and stay in an evening class or take a sabbatical from domestic work were paid for by becoming the first sexual experience of relatives living in the future. A future for which others before them had also paid for, and whose price they had already forgotten. The demand for this payment arrived with the same inevitability as a public utility service bill. We will not take up that legacy.
 
In Colombia and Latin America, there was an etiquette manual called La urbanidad de Carreño (Carreño’s Etiquette Manual). It was mandatory reading until the 90s in both public and private schools. The manual conditioned how bodies were perceived and my mother, taken in and brought up by Carmelite nuns, knew it by heart. The first time I read it I had to stop more than once to rub my stomach, which hurt from laughing so much. It has ridiculous instructions such as: take a shower with your eyes closed and turn off the lights to wear your nightclothes. Different chapters address how one is to behave at home, in the street, and during a dinner or lunch party – in short, the norms of good taste and etiquette. The ethical core of good citizens was the urbanity that allowed one to distance oneself from rural life. The same manual indicated that shouting a greeting to an acquaintance on the other side of the street was indecorous; good manners dictate that you must cross the street. By the same token, men must remove their coats and place them over puddles of water if accompanying a woman whose shoes should not get wet. I thought about greeting someone across a river, and how it is so hot where we live that we don’t require coats. 
 

"She learned that to care for her belly, she needed to keep her tissues warm, to avoid the cold that comes through the soft spot on the top of the head, through the feet, the ears, so it would not hurt particularly at moontime. For that, you need to be careful about what you eat and what you don’t eat, how you dress and how you walk, as all that has to do with girls’ health. The woman elder says that, from her devoted grandfather, she learnt that cramps became more common when houses no longer had floors made of mud and/or wood. When concrete and tiles came, when the material making up the house allowed the cold to come in through the feet, tension also grew in the belly tissue."

The manual’s author, Mr. Carreño is the opposite of the grandfather of a woman elder born in Turbo. She told me once that her grandfather was a wise man, that he told her about birthing and how to take care of her body. She learned that to care for her belly, she needed to keep her tissues warm, to avoid the cold that comes through the soft spot on the top of the head, through the feet, the ears, so it would not hurt, particularly at moontime. For that, you need to be careful about what you eat, how you dress, and how you walk, as all that has to do with a girl’s health. The woman elder said that, from her devoted grandfather, she learnt that cramps became more common when houses no longer had floors made of mud and/or wood. When concrete and tiles came, when the material making up the house allowed the cold to come in through the feet, tensions in the belly tissue also grew.
 
Surprised again. Such a distance between Don Carreño and the wise grandfather in terms of being aware of life – as distant as the mandates of proper behavior that stifle your impulses and senses, even the most common sense that values health. At that moment, I was able to understand one of the many ways that concrete obstructs the earth’s breathing, and our own as part of her. I had not realized there was, and still is, the architecture and materials for taking care of our bodies. In Colombia, as well as in other countries, the materials used to make houses are taken as indicators of multidimensional poverty. A house built with concrete moves the home away from being considered poor. This is just one disappointing example of how progress pushes us to abandon the relationship between our environment and our body. Good taste and urbanity pushes us outside: to move forward, they lie, you have to go out there.
 
It bothered us to realize that neither our mothers nor fathers had spoken to us about menstruation, except when the brown stain had already smeared our knickers. They failed to preserve us from the shame that was supposed to be a natural feeling once menstruation had come. Along with menstruation came the belly cramps often endured in silence, because there was work to be done; some cramps were due to cysts, hematomas, or fibroids that killed the grandmothers who had discovered and forgotten the healing treatments, and then were forgotten themselves. That our mothers and fathers’ breaths turned colder and colder, but the Outside froze familiarity and, instead of warming our bellies, passed judgment with advice similar to warnings of the only thing men care about. This was applied to all men – legitimizing the plundering role of the phallus, as if its only option was to take what we have between our legs. The multiple versions of that truth were replaced by an unmovable and deeply-set naturalization: telling all women that we must preserve ourselves for one of them, for the one that will first introduce his penis inside us, for the one that will give us something in exchange, and that we are women only because we aspire to and let him put it inside us. As a girl I explored little penises and clitorises and, in between games among girls, the question was whispered: whose turn is it to play man and whose turn is it to play woman? And the answer: the beginnings of little orgasms, regardless of with whom. I guess the same must happen among male bodies.
 
The experiences and explorations of our aunts, female cousins, and acquaintances focused on the body and its nudity as taboo. They avoided expressing and naming it, to the point of covering it up, assigning new names to its excreting, expelling, procreating, and, just for us women, its receiving functions. Once I heard a woman elder in a workshop say that when she was living with her grandmother, her memory was of this old woman sleeping with one eye open, the other closed, and a rifle by the mattress. The softest night sound was enough for her to grab the rifle and aim. This is a common situation in the Colombian Pacific, where some harmful behaviors are normalized. Married and single men who like a young woman would enter her room at night – we call it gateada. It was a risk: if those with authority in the home realized what was happening, abuse or not, the man could be hurt or even killed.
 
This practice of taking the law into one’s own hands has failed to put an end to gateadas, even today. In that same workshop – as I kept telling my sisters – other participants said that neither they nor their mothers would leave their daughters alone with their fathers at bath time, unless the girls were wearing underwear. I remembered then my father’s voice saying, when I was seven, your mother never let me bathe you. After sharing this, another woman responded that, in contrast, her father would give her a bath naked in the courtyard of her childhood home until she turned seven, and then her eldest brother did it until she turned nine. She never felt anything strange in the way they looked at her; for them, it was just another task in caring for the most spoiled child in the home. She remembered being seen for what she was: a daughter child, a sister child, who did not like the water.
 
Once again childhoods, yesterday and today. We were surprised by that story, and it comforted us. Even I had seen things being different elsewhere; my daughter’s father bathed her in the tub until she was almost two. Even before turning two, he would give her a few soft slaps upwards on her bum, to make it bigger, as he said. Here, we could also speak of other dimensions of how we construct our bodies, but that is a different story. For me, it was one care task, among many, that we agreed to divide between ourselves before the baby was born. And the decision to not see every man as a lurking rapist does not mean they are not rapists, but instead that they can stop being so. There are also men and male bodies that have been brought up to never be rapists.
 
This is still happening. It happened to a friend of ours and to my own daughter. I thought: how can it be that some women are coupled with men they cannot trust to care for their daughters? I am sure that my mum loved my dad. And even though we seldom speak about the woman she was before becoming my mum, I know her experiences of abuse cannot be compared to the brutality and over-tolerance of those of today. But that is still a decision many women in many places make, and that leads to other questions. How often, how repeated were cases of abuse in our extended families to make women openly, or in indiscernible ways, forbid their partners from bathing their daughters? Is it related to the media overexposure we are subject to almost from birth? What makes family ties blur and turn into just bodily-satisfaction exchanges? Is it the proximity to urban values that cares so much about the right shapes of female bodies as objects of desire, and pushes male bodies to behave like owners and conquerors, fulfilling the mandate to mimic media representations so they feel safe in their identity? Is it concrete and other codes, like the Carreño etiquette, that sustain it? Is it encouraged by the need to forget certain relationships as the price of progress, that insistence on “doing for the outside?” What happens to what we learned in our times, those of us who, in secret or not, undertook sexual explorations as children? Were they erased by guilt? Were they the seeds of mistrust and shame in nudity? Were they the seeds of mistrust and shame of being inside oneself? Indeed, aren’t these learnings possibilities to trust in, understand the nudity of bodies as part of respecting oneself and others? These questions emerge in trusted spaces, where the fear to say what one thinks and feels is driven away by the intention of accompaniment. I imagine how many of us there are in all corners of this planet and I am certain these are not new questions, that messages in them are repeated, and that we find ourselves living the answers.

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Dieula and the Black Dolls

by Ana María Belique

The Naranjo Batey community is far from the city, but it’s full of hard-working people brimming with enthusiasm. A girl named Dieula lived there. (...)

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En 2022, en AWID celebramos los 40 años de nuestra fundación. Estamos aprovechando este momento para reflexionar sobre nuestro pasado y aprender sobre el camino transitado, como preparación para poner nuestra mira al futuro y construir trayecto de ahora en adelante. A medida que avanzamos a través de ciclos de crecimiento y retroceso, comprendemos que las luchas por los derechos de las mujeres y la justicia de género son iterativas y nunca lineales.

En colaboración con la artista Naadira Patel, creamos un álbum que resalta algunos momentos de las últimas cuatro décadas de apoyo a los movimientos feministas por parte de AWID. No hicimos todo eso solxs. Lo compartimos con profunda apreciación por la constelación de activistas y grupos feministas que hicieron posible ese trabajo. En este contexto de tantas crisis convergentes, escogimos esta oportunidad para celebrar el poder y la resiliencia de los movimientos feministas en el mundo.

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Ya está disponible nuestro programa final del Club de Cine Feminista: “Films from Nuestramérica” es una serie de películas sobre realidades feministas latinoamericanas / centroamericanas curada por Alejandra Laprea (Venezuela).

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Par Nkhensani Manabe

Le titre de la conversation « Pansexuel, Gynasexuel ou Abrosexuel ? Une plongée dans la queerness, le plaisir et la positivité sexuelle » donne matière à réflexion. Tiffany Kagure Mugo, auteure, éducatrice et programmatrice de HOLAAfrica, commence la discussion par une lecture de Touch, une collection récemment publiée d'essais de fiction et de non-fiction sur le sexe, la sexualité et le plaisir. Dans cet extrait, l'auteure avance l'idée que le plaisir est constant et continu, qu'il se retrouve dans les activités quotidiennes et ne se limite pas aux relations sexuelles.

Cette idée, du plaisir faisant autant partie de la vie quotidienne qu'autre chose, guide la discussion, couvrant également les thèmes du désir, de l'attirance et de l'orientation sexuelle.

Dès le départ , il y a ce sentiment d'espoir et de possibilité. Tiffany présente des options et explique les alternatives, nous donnant un nouveau langage pour parler de qui nous sommes, de ce que nous aimons et de comment nous le voulons. Il est question de désir et de sexe, mais surtout de connaissance de soi et d'autonomisation. Tiffany parle avec passion du fait de prendre des décisions à partir d'un lieu de pouvoir : apprendre de sa propre identité afin de pouvoir faire les meilleurs choix pour soi-même.

Dans une discussion ouverte et libre, représentant l'attitude que Tiffany voudrait que nous adoptions tou·te·s, nous apprenons que les savoirs sur le sexe et la sexualité sont en constante évolution, et que leurs limites se déplacent. Ce qu’on a peut-être appris ou, plus important encore, ce dont nous avons été tenus à l'écart en tant qu'enfants ou adultes, est précisément le point de départ pour désapprendre et se déprogrammer. Tiffany souligne que les jeunes de nos jours ont besoin d'outils pour comprendre les expériences qu'iels vivent déjà, un rappel sur le fait de ne jamais sous-estimer ce que les enfants et les adolescent·e·s savent sur le type de plaisir(s) qu’iels poursuivent dans la vie.

La conversation m’a ouvert l’esprit sur un point : me connaître m'aidera à prendre confiance en moi ; je pourrai aborder les relations en prenant soin non seulement de moi-même mais des autres. Apprendre le langage de l'orientation, de l'attirance, du désir et du plaisir contribuera à approfondir mes relations futures. J'ai apprécié le fait d'avoir un espace pour réfléchir à cet aspect de ma vie - ces parties privées et intimes auxquelles je n'accède pas souvent. L'enthousiasme de Tiffany pour le plaisir et l'identité a repoussé mes propres limites et m’a permis d'ouvrir de nouvelles possibilités personnelles.

L'idée d'apprendre à établir des liens holistiques n'est pas encore courante. Globalement, nous vivons dans une culture de connexions instantanées et éphémères. Il n'y a pratiquement jamais de temps pour réfléchir réellement à la  raison et au  type de relation ou de partenariat que nous recherchons - du moins, pas avant une période de crise.

Bien sûr, il existe des espaces dédiés à accueillir les questions et les discussions, tels que le festival AWID Crear Résister Transform et d'autres plateformes ou publications en ligne de pensée libre - mais l'accès à l'information à partir d'une source utile et sans jugement est toujours laborieux . Cela peut être dû en partie au fait que les gens ne font  pas confiance au langage de la sexualité et du plaisir.

La notion de langage et d'outils se répète tout au long de la présentation. Tiffany et ses collègues assurent la fonction de parler, d'enseigner et d’alimenter. Voir ce dont les personnes  ont besoin, où elles  se trouvent, ce qu'elles  veulent pour elles-mêmes et marcher à leurs côtés pendant qu'elles construisent leurs mondes idéaux. Leur donner de nouveaux mots et définitions pour les aider à façonner leurs identités à différentes étapes de leur vie.

Les conversations de ce type sont nécessaires, même dans une société qui diffuse à tout moment une myriade de messages sur la santé, plus ou moins détaillés. Les gens ont parfois besoin d’être tirés à l'écart pendant les grands moments collectifs et encouragés à connaître leurs opinions et leurs désirs individuels. C'est ce que fait le discours de Tiffany : il donne aux gens un espace au sein du plus grand puzzle.

Un des points phares de l’intervention de Tiffany était la partie sur les différents types d'attractions.

Sexuel - signifie le désir exprimé d'avoir des relations avec une ou plusieurs personnes
Sensuel - le désir de toucher une ou plusieurs personnes, d'être physiquement proche sans nécessairement avoir des rapports sexuels
Romantique - le désir de sortir ou d'être en relation avec une ou plusieurs personnes
Platonique - le désir de nouer des amitiés étroites
Esthétique - le désir de regarder et d'apprécier l'apparence d'une ou de plusieurs personnes

Ces cinq types ou niveaux d'attraction offrent un raccourci du désir et du plaisir, et aident à contextualiser les différents types de plaisir que les gens peuvent éprouver.

Penser l'attirance au-delà du physique ou du sexuel offre une nouvelle perspective sur les liens. C'est une chance de relâcher la pression sur les relations, ouvrant des opportunités pour des partenariats différents, plus éclairés et épanouissants.

Cette liberté et ces connaissances soulignées par Tiffany constituent une feuille de route pour l'avenir. La présentation a ainsi offert une perspective nouvelle sur ce qui est possible.

Comme le soulignait l'extrait d'ouverture, le plaisir est continu. À la lumière de la discussion de Tiffany, il devient clair que le plaisir  est également dynamique et excitant. Il y a toujours plus à apprendre.

Cela peut être intimidant au début, mais de l'autre côté de l'hésitation, il y a de l'espoir, du potentiel et de la liberté.

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Crear | Résister | Transform est fait pour vous et pour tou·te·s les superbes activistes féministes et de la justice sociale que nous connaissons. Rassemblons-nous pour partager nos stratégies de résistance, co-créer un peu de magie féministe, et transformer ce monde ensemble.

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To my beloved Feminist collective,

I have belonged to you for as long as I can remember. As a young girl, I did not know there was a word -feminist- for us people, who aspire to overcome and dismantle the patriarchy, who seek refuge in the arms of inclusion and intersectionality, who treat people as equals regardless of their gender, race, sexuality, religion, and ethnicity, who are constantly learning to do better, to be better and to use their privilege to uplift others. 

When I was 14, my middle school French teacher, a 6ft tall thirty-year-old man, assaulted a female student in my class in front of all of us. The student, who was a childhood friend of mine, and several girls in my class went to the headmaster to report him, parents got involved, and the entire class of 30 students vouched for the girl. But all our attempts to hold him accountable failed and the administration covered up the girl’s story and he never got fired or persecuted. The girls in my class and I were outraged so we did what every young raging feminist would do. WE EGGED HIS CAR! and though the eggs get washed off easier and the paint we used to write “Pig” and “Khamaj '' -scumbag- needed to get scrubbed off. I will never forget how that made us girls feel. Liberated, enraged, happy, close-knit, and in power. The same feeling replicates in every feminist setting I have been in ever since. The teen feminist in me grew up to join Women Deliver, AWID, Unootha, facilitate feminist workshops at university, and even get persecuted for my feminist affiliation at 19, but that’s another story for another letter.

Feminist movements and spaces offer me safety and empowerment. They are the mothers we wished we had and the link we needed to connect and organize ourselves despite our differences against a common enemy that has been undermining everyone, patriarchy. It is through you that I learned to be resilient and to gather my strengths and skills and direct them towards uplifting others and bringing to light the marginalized and giving a voice to the voiceless.  

What I love most about you, feminist movements is that you mess up sometimes, you disregard and marginalize as well, you have bias as does every other movement but what makes you different is that you always strive to be better. Accountability is not something you’re afraid of and you are an ever-changing collective that reflects how altruism and philanthropy in the effort of gender equity change as time passes. 

May you always grow, may you do better, may you always rage, may you always roar, may you always love, may you always speak different tongues, and may you always be in power. 

Love, light, and rage, 
Lina