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Butchlalis de Panochtitlan - 'The Butch Stars of Pussyland' (2002-2010), Los Angeles based queer performance ensemble mapping what it means to be butch, queer, and latino.

Butchlalis de Panochtitlan is a sketch-driven performance ensemble that maps Los Angeles on racialized female masculine bodies, as both characters and caricatures. The BdP are not drag kings, but butch dykes/transgender butches/genderqueer speaking subjects that are not trying to pass as men; instead, the BdP explore the in-between space of female biology and testerone-taking transexuality and the identities and neighborhoods these subjects claim and are claimed by. Their bodies of work include themes of home belonging, queer family, butch-femme relations, brown butch socialities and aesthetics.

Queer meets punk meets Chicano history meets all kinds of identity politics by Butchlalis de Panochtitlan. Mari Garcia, Raquel Gutierrez and Claudia Rodriguez make up Butchlalis de Panochtitlan, a theater outfit that styles itself as "genderqueer" and "multi-genre margin walkers." They weave through a gallery of real and fictional characters and seminal moments in Eastside L.A. Chicano life—especially centered on the Chicano Moratorium against the Vietnam War, the rise of the gay civil rights movement and the early days of the Reagan administration. Proudly butch, the members of BdP redefine "macha."

Stone butch blues, testosterone gel, flat front boxers that cost too much, not knowing if the man you pass on the sidewalk thinks you’re a man or a woman, not knowing if he expects a smile or a nod, bruised arms, that one kiss from brokeback mountain, a benign tumor buried within breast tissue, wanting desperately to be touched, not allowing yourself to be touched, clove oil, never having enough piercings, ssri’s that don’t do much but you gotta keep taking them, mastectomy scars showing through a mesh bralette, soft stomach, big thighs, broad shoulders, wanting to be a gay man but only if you’re also a cowboy, wanting to run away, compulsory heterosexuality, the knowledge that you can never go back a single moment, 10 year old drugstore tinted lip balm that you need to throw away, leather, a collection of belt buckles, hanky code, unsureness if it’s their left or yours, not actually caring, steamed broccoli, big butch arms, squeezing shredded potatoes for latkes during Hanukah, crying when they kissed you, worries that they don’t want to fuck you anymore, your heart flipping over when they call you pretty, fisting, wondering if you’re demiromantic, realizing your gender is hot glued to your identity as a girlfriend, the new topping book’s paragraph on empathy, fear of dildos, erotic fascination with dildos, realtree camouflage, dressing like your stepbrother’s friends did in 2014, carabiners, bottom growth, triangle piercings, desire to be destroyed, insecurity in relationships, knowing you’re a woman but maybe not in the same way as your grandmother, passing as a man and not realizing it, passing as a woman and not realizing it, being asked your pronouns in the Kroger checkout line, bubblegum, fragile sobriety, soft things made hard, hard things made soft, guilt, getting distracted while deer hunting with your stepfather by the chanterelles, feeling ruined, wanting to be ruined, becoming convinced you are irredeemably perverted,,,

“Dirty laundry”

Hand dyed & letterpress printed underwear on gender-othering, butchness, and transgressive lesbian gender. Will be displayed on my college campus hung from clothesline, as well as printed into a “catalogue”

Beau and Millie part 3. It’s a screenprint btw.