— Mogai ABCs Event | Day 03 – Letter C
Culture
How does your culture influence your identity, if at all?
It’s engrained in me. It’s entirely infused into my identity in all levels and layers. I know for a fact I would not be the same person if I had been born or lived somewhere else.
For context, I’m latino. I’m from Argentina, born, raised, resident. I live here and will continue to do so for as long as I can, as I genuinely unironically love to be here. In fact, when it comes to queer and/or trans rights, we have more laws in place in comparison to several first-world countries, with one of the best laws for the protection of trans identities in the continent. We were even the first country in latam with an X sex marker for our IDs (something the current right-wing president wants to delete, mind you). The queer community here is large and strong, and its history can be traced back even before Stonewall, and even further back if we count the indigenous communities that live here to this day. Everything I have today I owe to travestis, and I cannot take it for granted. Once you learn about those who came before you, it’s impossible to let go.
I’ve studied English all my life because it’s a language I’ve always liked, but also because here it’s seen as mandatory. You NEED to know English for a chance at a “better life”; I was raised believing at some point I had to move abroad or else I wouldn’t succeed. I even thought, for the longest time, that I could only study my career in the US (newsflash: that’s a lie). Why am I sharing all this? Well, when I first learnt about the word “nonbinary”, I thought it only existed in English. Not only the term itself, but also the concept, the identity. I thought my only chance to be myself fully was in another language, another country, another culture entirely.
It wasn’t until the last few years of high school that I found queer people from Argentina on social media, some of which I ended up crossing paths with in real life. I was lucky to meet trans and nonbinary people in spaces I frequented related to my interests, and as I got older I was able to hang out at queer spaces and events here in my city more and more often. Turns out they were always there, as they had been before me. They were only waiting to be found. All throughout these aforementioned years I took the time to learn about queer Argentinian history, about the community I thought wasn’t fully for me. I realized then and realize now how similar we are. I have to bring up travestis again here. They were for the longest time the closest to a transgender person that the general public could understand, and it’s because of them that here in Argentina so many people know what a trans woman is. Despite being criminalized and killed by police for years, they’ve stayed strong and are the unwavering pillar of the Argentinian queer community.
Whether you’re against it or support it, queerness is a fact of life here. One of the most respected children’s book writers in the entire country is María Elena Walsh, who was a lesbian. I grew up with her stories and songs, as many (If not all) Argentinian kids of my generation did. In 2018, there was a prime time comedy-telenovela called "100 Dias Para Enamorarse" (which I highly recommend) where one of the most important plotlines is the story of a trans man character, including his transition. Even when I was little I knew what being transgender is thanks to an incredibly accomplished trans woman called Florencia de La V; she’s an important figure in Argentina’s pop culture to this day. It’s this experience of “normalcy” despite the push back, of standing your ground and existing, that in my opinion has shaped who I am since forever. Growing up, you learn that you just have to Be You, no matter if they beat you or take you to jail. You just have to fight back.
This has become too lengthy and wordy, and I apologize. I had the utmost pleasure of meeting and chatting in person with a 50-year-old nonbinary person the other day, and it moved me deeply how we both had the same mentality of “I exist, and I’m willing to die for my existence”, which is something so culturally Argentinian. After all, never forget the infamous coup d’état was launched to persecute and kill anyone who opposed the regime, especially leftist activists, or the fact we became a nation by fighting Spain. Being Argentinian feels like a constant fight for existence and survival, in one way or another, and it is part of who I am. Specially as a queer trans leftist being.
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