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CNDH (human rights national commission) in Mexico City
Insistir, persistir, resistir y nunca desistir.
La toma de las instalaciones de la Comisión Nacional de Derechos Humanos (CNDH) de la Ciudad de México ha representado un logro y avance a la organización del frente nacional feminista #Niunamenos quienes llegaron para apoyar a las madres de víctimas de desaparición forzada que se mantenían en huelga de hambre en uno de los salones. Aunque sea un avance en tomar los espacios para ser escuchadas aún no lo es para sus casos en espera justicia y esclarecimiento.
En la toma hay mujeres de todas edades, niños y algunos hombres familiares de las mujeres de tercera edad. Al llegar no podían creer la alacena con la que cuenta la CNDH: cortes finos, botes de helado, latas de chongos zamoranos, azúcar importada, verdura y fruta de gama alta. Alimentos que hace años los familiares (que también son víctimas) no habían probado por la limitación en gastos de transporte y seguimiento en búsqueda de justicia por su parte. Gastando sus ahorros y el más importante, desgaste emocional.
Yesenia, madre de Marichuy, asesinada hace 5 años presuntamente por su maestro de la IPN, dice que ella no entiende cómo sigue viva, la búsqueda de justicia la mantiene de pie.
Erika su hija pequeña es víctima de abuso sexual por un familiar. Desde hace tres años su agresor sigue libre y las autoridades han revictimizado a la niña de apenas 10 años. Ha dejado todo y por ahora no tiene casa, creo una línea de muñecas con la que a través de ellas muchas mujeres le han contado su historia. Ella quiere ser recordada por sus muñecas y con ellas sacar adelante a sus hijas.
Flor es artista callejera, apoya a la Colectiva feminista y cada noche deleita la pupila con sus actos de fuego y malabarismo.
Son mujeres que no quieren dinero, tampoco forman parte de ningún partido político. Les mataron, violaron y desaparecieron a sus hijas. Quieren justicia. La que se les ha sido negada por años.-
FOTO: ANDREA MURCIA / CUARTOSCURO
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COBERTURA COMPLETA
https://www.instagram.com/p/CEzPvYXFPx2/?igshid=1rmf02tf6o1xp
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Insist, persist, resist and never desist.
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Antigrita en la CNDH canción sin miedo
https://twitter.com/lvloon/status/1305720160393850880?s=21
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Motherhood will be wanted or it will not be.
Able to choose not to die
It's not yes or no, it is legal or clandestine
A guy forgetting to be a father does not generate as much turmoil as a woman deciding not to
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#NoMeCuidanMeViolan
Es protesta, no provocación.
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Women in Mexico disappear.
Today is a historic day in my country, we’re fed up with gender violence in Mexico. They’re killing us. Picture this, you can’t walk outside your own house because you fear the worst, you fear that your clothes are too revealing, you fear that you’re too alone, you fear that you’re walking the wrong streets. Day after day you wake up to the news of another feminicide. They’re killing us. You see it, you hear it, you fear it. What if I’m the next one? You’re always wondering. They’re killing us.
10 women are killed every day, only because they’re women. And it doesn’t matter where we are, what we’re wearing, who we are. It’s not our fault, because they keep killing us.
If we keep up at this rate? What’ll be of us?
Yesterday we marched.
(None of the pictures are mine)
“I march because I’m alive and I don’t know until when.”
“Today, all our voices aren’t together because, from death, one can’t scream.”
“We’re not hysteric, we’re historic.”
“Mom, if you don’t find me, look up for me in the stars.”
Yesterday we screamed. We flourished.
“Mom, don’t worry, today I’m not alone in the streets.”
Our monuments bled to represent us.
We screamed.
But not today, today march 9th 2020. We silenced ourselves.
Today, we disappeared. No social networks, not a single woman in the streets, not a single woman working, not a single woman studying, not a single woman at any store.
What would Mexico be without us? If you don’t want us in the streets, fine we’ll disappear.
Without us, you’ll collapse.
Mexico woke up with no women ticket-sellers in the subway stations, no women tellers at the bank.
No women’s column on the newspapers.
No women at their jobs.
No women at school.
No women on the streets.
Mexico woke up with no women.
We can’t accept what we can’t change, but we will change what we can’t accept.
We are angry, and we will rise. Because without us, you’re nothing.
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Me: I like women
Grandma: 😱 wow!
Granpa: what? (he's hard of hearing)
Grandma: she's saying she doesn't like men
Grandpa: Oh, great, me neither
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Legal abortion in Mexico
Only in 2 states is abortion legal in Mexico, Mexico City and Oaxaca, until the 12th week; in Guanajuato and Queretaro abortion is legal ONLY in case of rape.
Today, July 29 a meeting was held in Veracruz to decide whether to decriminalize abortion in this state... The motion did not pass.
It was not today, but it will be a law
Not EVERYONE gets the same sex education
Not EVERYONE has access to contraception
Not EVERYONE lives in dignified conditions
Not EVERY pregnancy is wanted
DO NOT TAKE OUR CHOICE
https://instagram.com/brujasdelmarver?igshid=18ai9bfeadoyv
This four ministers said no to women's rights in a meeting of less than 20 minutes
We will not forget. It was not today, but it will be.
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Marea verde
Sex ed to choose
Legal abortion not to die
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Neither whore for fucking,
Nor mother by duty
Nor prisoner for aborting
Nor dead for trying
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Canción sin miedo -Vivir Quintana
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Que tiemble el Estado, los cielos, las calles
Que tiemblen los jueces y los judiciales
Hoy a las mujeres nos quitan la calma
Nos sembraron miedo, nos crecieron alas
A cada minuto, de cada semana
Nos roban amigas, nos matan hermanas
Destrozan sus cuerpos, los desaparecen
No olvide sus nombres, por favor, señor presidente
Por todas las compas marchando en Reforma
Por todas las morras peleando en Sonora
Por las comandantas luchando por Chiapas
Por todas las madres buscando en Tijuana
Cantamos sin miedo, pedimos justicia
Gritamos por cada desaparecida
Que resuene fuerte: ¡Nos queremos vivas!
¡Que caiga con fuerza el feminicida!
Yo todo lo incendio, yo todo lo rompo
Si un día algún fulano te apaga los ojos
Ya nada me calla, ya todo me sobra
Si tocan a una, respondemos todas
Soy Claudia, soy Esther y soy Teresa
Soy Ingrid, soy Fabiola y soy Valeria
Soy la niña que subiste por la fuerza
Soy la madre que ahora llora por sus muertas
Y soy esta que te hará pagar las cuentas
¡Justicia! ¡Justicia! ¡Justicia!
Por todas las compas marchando en Reforma
Por todas las morras peleando en Sonora
Por las comandantas luchando por Chiapas
Por todas las madres buscando en Tijuana
Cantamos sin miedo, pedimos justicia
Gritamos por cada desaparecida
Que resuene fuerte: ¡Nos queremos vivas!
¡Que caiga con fuerza el feminicida!
¡Que caiga con fuerza el feminicida!
Y retiemblen sus centros la tierra
Al sororo rugir del amor
Y retiemblen sus centros la tierra
Al sororo rugir del amor
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Translation (the rhyme cannot be appreciated, in English, without changing the original lyrics, so there is no rhyme here) (I'm also not sure about the correct translation of some words like “sororo” so if you know it, please let me know)
Let the State tremble, the skies, the streets
Let the judges and the judicial tremble
Today women have calm taken away from us
They planted fear, we grew wings
In every minute of every week
We get friends taken, sisters killed
They destroy their bodies, they disappear them
Do not forget their names, please, Mr. President
For all of the pals marching in Reforma
For all of the gals struggling in Sonora
For the commanders fighting for Chiapas
For all of the mothers searching in Tijuana
We sing without fear, we ask for justice
We scream for each missing one
Let it resonate loudly: We want us alive!
Let the gendercide collapse hard!
I will set everything on fire, break everything
If one day somebody shuts down your eyes
Nothing can shut me up anymore, everything is now too much
If they touch one, we all respond
I'm Claudia, I'm Esther and I'm Teresa
I'm Ingrid, I'm Fabiola and I'm Valeria
I'm the girl you took by force
I'm the mother that's now crying her dead girls
And I'm the one that's gonna make you pay for it
Justice! Justice! Justice!
For all of the pals marching in Reforma
For all of the gals struggling in Sonora
For the commanders fighting for Chiapas
For all of the mothers searching in Tijuana
We sing without fear, we ask for justice
We scream for each missing one
Let it resonate loudly: We want us alive!
Let the gendercide collapse hard!
Let the gendercide collapse hard!
And let the earth's center resonate
To the soror roar of love
And let the earth’s center resonate
To the soror roar of love
(This translation is meant for none Spanish speakers to understand the lyrics of this powerful song, once you know what it means, please listen to the original song -youtube link above)
In Mexico, just as in many other Latin American countries the feminist fight battles not just for rights and equality, but is also a life or death struggle.
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In quarantine I went back to talking to some of my old (guy) friends, I had recently come out as a lesbian and this happened to me.
Me: yeah, and I have a gf now
Friend: glad you are happy, but are you like gay gay or would you two like a threesome?
Me: nope, gay.
Friend: sure?
Me: why didn't you ask this when I had a bf?
Friend: ’cause I don't like dudes
Me:...
Friend:...
Me: I don't either
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slow-burn or love at first sight
fake dating or secret dating
enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers
oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence
hurt/comfort or amnesia
fantasy au or modern au
mutual pining or domestic bliss
smut or fluff
canon-compliant or fix-it
reincarnation or character death
one-shot or multi-chapter
kid fic or road trip fic
arranged marriage or accidental marriage
high school romance or middle-aged romance
time travel or isolated together
neighbors or roommates
sci-fi au or magic au
body swap or gender-bend
apocalyptic or mundane
@deathroseravenscar @queen-archeron @smushingthefandoms
Tagged by @kaspgaytozier
Rules: bold which trope you prefer (or, in some cases, maybe just hate the least!) out of each of the following pairs:
slow-burn or love at first sight
fake dating or secret dating
enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers
oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence
hurt/comfort or amnesia
fantasy au or modern au
mutual pining or domestic bliss
smut or fluff
canon-compliant or fix-it
reincarnation or character death
one-shot or multi-chapter
kid fic or road trip fic
arranged marriage or accidental marriage
high school romance or middle-aged romance
time travel or isolated together
neighbors or roommates
sci-fi au or magic au
body swap or gender-bend
angst or crack
apocalyptic or mundane
Tagging (no pressure to do this) @sockablock @arthipedic @swedime @badass-unicorn-with-glitter
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Looking back...
(these are some things that added up and to my mental health issues and looking back to them, I THINK might have added to trigger the depression) (trigger warning)
The headteacher who told me I faked it (I started believing it)
A boyfriend who forced me to give him a blow job (I didn't want to, told him several times, he still asked and pleaded, I gave in. I felt guilty for myself, for the act itself, and then for not telling. I couldn't see him without the -fear?-)
My bff started pushing me off (like she was ashamed)
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Not so fun fact
Anxiety disorders make you act like you need to do something right now about anything. Depressive disorders shut you down. They are contrary. But even then, a long time of anxiety can cause depression.
It was a constant battle of disorders in my mind.
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Depression (my story part #5) (trigger working)
(In this post I will talk about depression and suicide... Do not read if you could be triggered. Suicide hotline: US 1-800-273-8255, Mex 5255102550)
We skip then to ninth grade and start w/depression.
I don't remember exactly how, but suddenly I started having suicidal thoughts. Mostly in the shower and with the idea that maybe if I died, some people would start to take this s**t more seriously.
The next summer I stopped talking to my boyfriend at the time, to my friends, started eating less and sleeping for most of the day... Lonely vacation. When I went back to school, I hated it, I started having friends but hated them, the headache returned and I started cutting. I remember one of these friends seeing them and asking if I was hurting myself, I told her I had fallen, the conversation ended. I had a suicide attempt, I didn't go through with it, none found out.
A while later, my father saw the cuts... He cried, my mom did too, after that I told them about some of the issues I had had. They listened... They got me back with the neurologist and I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I started a new treatment that dealt with the anxiety as well as the depression and started therapy (this time it was a psychiatrist, not a psychologist, and he did help, a lot).
Long story short, between the meds, therapy and my mom watching my every move (including shower, in which I would ask her to sit outside and talk to me so I wouldn't hurt myself), I actually got better.
I started having friends, going out, being more productive, but most importantly, I started feeling good.
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Real (my story part #4)
I was kinda well thought primary school and until 7th grade when I had a relapse.
It started with migraines nearly every day... I started missing school, that year I missed close to half the classes and left some others because of the ache. On one point the headteacher would not let me live school, because “I was faking it”. There was no way to tell my mom, I had no phone and they would not let me call home. My life had been full of people who would not believe in anxiety (as if it was a choice), but that was the first time it affected me that much. I started even doubting myself, “was it real? Was I manipulating everyone as she said? Am I just making it bigger than it is?” (I still have issues with people who tell me everyone goes through that shit, that I'm weak and/or just exaggerating).
When I finally went home, I told my mom I did not wanna go back there, but I did ’cause in the end, the rest of the teachers were worth it and, I couldn't run from all my problems.
The rest was kinda good, I changed neurologist and got re-diagnosed with the same s**t. He changed my meds and got me back to therapy. I hated it, therapy the most, I can say now, no therapy (including that one) had yet helped me.
Either way, I got better, yes. And for the ones who still doubt, If you won't believe me, who lived it, believe the two doctors who diagnosed me. It was f***ing real.
Ps: I had a panic attack in the midst of it, I just don't remember exactly when.
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