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QIXXXX10.1177/1077800417718287Qualitative InquiryAndrade and Gutierrez-Perez

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Bailando Con Las Sombras: Spiritual Activism and Soul Healing in the War Years

Qualitative Inquiry 2017, Vol. 23(7) 502­–504 © The Author(s) 2017 Reprints and permissions: sagepub.com/journalsPermissions.nav https://doi.org/10.1177/1077800417718287 DOI: 10.1177/1077800417718287 journals.sagepub.com/home/qix

Luis M. Andrade1 and Robert Gutierrez-Perez2 Keywords spiritual activism, soul healing, queer of color critique, pulse, performative writing Standing on the edge my home I feel the pressure of the artist Circling the cage my darkness Bodies dancing Bodies running Bodies bleeding Like a virus, the images infect me Turn my immune system against me Mind fights gut fights soul I lose spirit Coping en las sombras Hiding head in chest crying at sunrise How did you convince me to be afraid? flight takes over fight impossible decisions in the blink of an eye no options no warning moving without my control shots confused as musical beats A cumbia of death A reggaeton of doom A hip-hop, salsa fusion splayed red Forward, hip back out of step face on the floor staring into a puddle too soon not ready 49 cell phones ringing no breathing, no answer #weareorlando

You Mattered, I Texted I held my phone in desperation, Robert, to tell you what I’m feeling. Because my writing is sometimes broken but instinctual. I texted you dozens of statements and thoughts that I was feeling. Sometimes I have moments where I feel the need to scream and say the things I feel. So, right here, I want to share the back and forth movement of our thoughts and feelings as we attempted to make meaning via text messages. Texting you was my only recourse. You mattered. Do I? Luis, you texted me for support and I was grateful for that. The image of a dance hall empty and silent with nothing but LGBTQAI bodies (of color) unable to respond to the ringing and the text notifications of their loved ones . . . It fucking breaks my heart. Robert, I have been wanting to tell you that you are my brother, sangre, and that you should cry and let your words become swords for others. Only to you, I will admit that I have nightmares because we can be killed at any given moment. I texted you to express my silence because I feel wanderlust, navigating the psychic terrains of my body, and though we are different, I feel a spiritual connection with you, splintered, yet whole. It’s overwhelmingly terrifying to understand that as queer people of color we are living in the war years.1 Yes, I finally understand Cherríe Moraga when she wrote, “Change don’t come easy. For anyone. But this state of war we live in, this world on fire provides us with no other choice.”2 Hermano, I want to make a choice but everything feels like an impossible decision. I feel frozen en susto. I need soul healing for this soul loss.3 I need a spiritual activism to call back my lost souls, so I can do “the work”—la tarea—for our various interconnected communities.4 On the dance floor. Out of the innermost parts of our body, our souls scream. They let out, give in, forcefully sing: déjenme llorar,5 mi amor eterno e inolvidable, tarde o temprano estaré contigo, para seguir amándonos.6 They 1

Santa Monica College, CA, USA University of Nevada, Reno, USA

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Corresponding Author: Luis M. Andrade, Department of Communication Studies, Santa Monica College, 1900 Pico Boulevard, Santa Monica, CA 90405, USA. Email: luismanuelandrade1@gmail.com


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