Lionel Cantú Queer Center A space for LGBTQIA+ students at UC Santa Cruz. Allies welcome!
Located at Merrill College, next to the KZSC Radio Station. www.queer.ucsc.edu Facebook: Cantu.Q.Center Instagram: @CantuQueerCenter
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Did you know? There still isn’t an all gender restroom in every building on campus.
How are we supposed to do good in school if we can’t use the bathroom?! *this message is brought to you by one of those trans people*
Lotería Jotería
Co-sponsored by El Centro and the Cantú Queer Center
Come join us for a night of Jotería to celebrate our queer and trans Chicanx/Latinx community! We will be playing Loteria, making our own Jotería cards, crafting condom roses and taking pictures at our Photo Booth! May 25th, 2017 Namaste Lounge 7:00-9:00PM
For questions or accommodations : (831) 459-5608 | El centro.ucsc.edu
Someday I’ll Love Satveer Kler (after Ocean Vuong / Roger Reeves / Frank O’Hara) by Satveer Kler
It will no longer matter that your eye is not the bluest eye. It will no longer matter which way your wrist bends when you speak. And if no one is there to rub haldi on your skin, smear some paste onto your hands and just let it congeal. Do not call this silence somber. Call it survival. You will forget the Punjabi word for emancipation, and the English word for kirtan, the Punjabi word for exile, and the English word for laava. If there is a nightclub, with rainbow flags, they cannot protect you. Lohri’s flame and giddha loom in your thoughts. What color was baba’s dastar? Kesari, it was kesari. But you, you cut your hair. And there is no gachak for you on Lohri.
Remember: “Awwal allah noor upaya Qudrat keh sub banday. Aik noor keh sub jag upajiya, kaun bhale ko mandhe.” “First, God created light and from this light came people and from this light came the universe, so who is good and who is bad?” Snatch your mom’s favorite lipstick and hide it where it will melt, in the furnace. Pack some blocks of gur to keep the sweetness in your mouth. Use your chipped teacups in place of a mirror. Behind the Gurdwara, weave yourself a crown of marigolds.