Vamos

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VAMOS
Vamos a besarnos los ojos,
Y al abrirlos estemos ahi,
Un@ frente al otr@,
Exhaust@s,expuest@s y desnud@s.

Vamos acariciarnos las pestañas,
Con las pestañas del otr@,lentamente
Moviendo el rostro por completo acurrucandonos como aves de paso, 
Mientras se nos eriza la piel.

Vamos a tocarnos con los nudillos de las manos,
El menton,el cuello y las mejillas
Con la delicadeza y cosquilleo que tiene el ojo verde-azul de una pluma de pavorreal.

Vamos a mordernos los labios con dientes que no lastimen,
Con aliento fresco,
De olor a vainilla y sexo.

Vamos a intentarnos,
A crearnos un buen recuerdo,
De esos recuerdos que arrancan
Suspiros,sonrisas y lagrimas.

Amemonos hoy y mañana pasado quien sabe a quien mas.
Se mi@ hoy y mañana , para ser tuy@ por siempre en tu memoria.

ISHALAA 12/02/2015

Una Carta 2017

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"Una carta"

Quisiera que esta carta fuera de amor pero solo es para ponerme al dia,
vivo en un nuevo lugar, una casa antigua con pisos de madera, de esos que a cada pisada rechinan como películas de terror, tiene ventanales grandes, muchas recamaras por las múltiples alteraciones hechas al edificio, vivo en un ambiente ricamente diverso, somos de todos los colores,tallas y sabores, la mayoría LGBTQ, JOTAS casi tod@s para explicarme mejor,diferentes nacionalidades, afro-american@s,mexican@s,guatemaltec@s hasta árabes creo, no les conozco a tod@s aun, pero la vibra es buena, la entrada es de doble puerta, altas, de madera rustica, quisiera hablar de l@s personas/personajes que habitamos pero no quisiera invadir su privacidad pues algunos son mis amigos en facebook.
He caminado el vecindario en estos primeros 15 días de vivir aqui, es sencillo, multicultural y multilingüe, como todo Queens, ahora vivo literalmente cerca del aeropuerto JOHN F KENNEDY este es mi nuevo barrio, he descubierto los Dumplings unos bocadillos chinos que me han vuelto loca, "Las Comadres" es un restaurancito mexicano que no tiene sazón pero saca del apuro cuando estas hambrient@ y no quieres cocinar,hay un sin fin de tiendas chinas, de esas que juran ser de 99centavos pero que nada cuesta eso, hay varios mercados por la Jamaica Avenue, no he visto nada "Orgánico" eso habla de que en efecto los que habitamos aquí en su mayoría somos clase obrera, por que comer orgánico literalmente marca el estatus económico de una manera realmente insultante.
El menú de hombres segun mis redes sociales es muy atractivo, se que querían saberlo, ahí lo tienen!.
La mudanza ha sido pesada, sigo igual de desordenada, me cambie de casa no de personalidad, pero si he tratado un poco de decorar jotescamente OBVIO.
Estoy buscando una base de cama nueva por que los "jaripeos y palenques" que he llevado a cabo últimamente quebraron la que tengo.
Estoy muy ambientada, bohemia,musical e inspirada,muy contenta vaya para acabar pronto! he estado escribiendo como loca y estudiando aun mas por tanto examen en la escuela, me ha ido muy bien por ese lado no me puedo quejar.
Tengo el ojo puesto en un Buffet de comida Indú creo que es pero no he tenido tiempo de arranarme a dos nalgas y comer a reventar, lo haré pronto se los prometo.
Ya use la cocina de la casa y me desestresse cocinando algo simple pero rico.
Ustedes como estan?
Espero sus parejas,hij@s y familia estén bien, mis familiares bien muy bien gracias lo normal, drama,diversión,acuerdos y desacuerdos, mis amigos ya saben que son pocos les cuento por miles pero mi corazón es muy grande quiero tener millones.

P.D. Cuídense mucho el clima esta muy extremo y las ETS estan a la orden del dia.

Con amor
Ishalaa Ortega Feb 14.

Ginger y canela

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“Ginger y Canela”

Quienes me conocen de cerca y aquellos que gustan de leerme saben a estas alturas que mi opinion sobre las drogas sintéticas es de total repudio. Hace diez meses que me daba unos maravillosos encontronazos con el egipcio del que ya les platiqué, al inicio nos veíamos de vez en cuando,una vez cada tres semanas más o menos. Obviamente no esperaba por el para darle rienda suelta a mis lujurias y bajas pasiones con otros amoríos. Pues resulta que recientemente este hombre de piel canela y ojos de pestañas hermosas, empezó a hablarme de amor, empezamos a vernos muy seguido por qué en realidad se me antojaba jugar a lo que le llaman amor, aunque fuese por un ratito, rompí todas mis reglas, le permití dormir conmigo en varias ocaciones en los dos últimos meses, pero en las últimas dos o tres semanas realmente convivimos como pareja, comíamos juntos, salíamos, teníamos pláticas serias y profundas. A pesar de que su inglés no es el mejor y yo del idioma arabe solo se decir “habibi”. Cuando en algo no nos entendíamos usamos traductores de internet, la tecnología realmente nos acerca unos a otros con una facilidad impresionante. Lastimosamente a pesar de que todo iba viento en popa, el último día que nos miramos, el entro al bańo y dejó la puerta sin seguro, yo pensé que estaba en la cocina fui al baño abrí la puerta y ahí estaba el, hubiese preferido encontrarlo “como al tigre de santa julia” sin embargo ahí estaba pegado a la pipa de cristal, fumando la dichosa Tina, como le llaman aquí en NYC, tengo mucha intriga del porque le llaman Tina, no se si es porque cuando la fuman se sienten como Tina Turner bailando la canción “Proud Mary” esa rola que hasta al más aburrido le hace volverse una loca. Cerré la puerta y regresé a la recámara no podía entender como alguien tan bien educado y tan bello se haya entregado a “cristo”.  El crystal o mejor sea dicho las metanfetaminas me han arrancado familiares, amigos y hoy también debo decir que hasta amores. Un tajante NO! es lo que recibió de mi, desde ese día hasta hoy a pesar de sus insistentes mensajes que ya no lo volverá a hacer, perdóname, no se que me paso, etcétera. He vivido de cerca las recaídas de personas que he querido mucho, su vida se ha ido al cańo gracias a las drogas sintéticas y es asfixiante por qué lo de menos sería que se fueran solos, el problema es que arrastran con quien está a su alrededor, no soy quien para juzgar sus adicciones, pero no pienso embarrarme o hundirme en ellas junto a nadie. Si están en recuperación adelante les apoyo de corazón. Pero emocionalmente no me pienso desgastar. Me gustaría que este escrito fuera un despliegue de despecho por alguna traición, que estuviera dolida de que me hubiesen engańado con otra. Pero no, mi sentimiento por el es de lástima, simplemente por que sé por buenas fuentes  a donde va esto, se como terminan los que usan drogas sintéticas en general pero más los que usan crystal y heroina.
Recientemente un ginger, como le dicen a los pelirrojos, fui mi aventura, uno muy joven para mis gustos, porque los prefiero joviales pero arriba de 25 años de edad por lo mínimo. Las redes sociales me lo regalaron y yo “a caballo regalado no le veo el colmillo”. Es más o menos alto, menos que yo obvio porque soy altísima,
Nos divertimos mucho, y aparte de todo aquello platicamos, casi me pudo encantar que el empezó a hablar de política , protestas radicales de las que ha sido  partícipe, opiniones controversiales que cautivaron mi interés, el único pero que le encuentro es el que le gusta el Hip-Hop. Me choca ese género de “No-Música” pero cada quien es libre de contaminarse el cerebro con lo que más se le antoje.
Apenas me envío un mensaje con el típico “Me encanto conocerte espero poder volver a verte en alguna otra ocasión”. Esta ves dije que si. Me gusto pasar un grato y sediento episodio con ese muchacho.
Esta semana me sentí como una chica “catarrienta” entre el jengibre y la canela. Representada en esta ocasión en forma de pieles masculinas.
Soy como una máquina de cocer con G la única diferencia es que a mi no se me acaba el hilo. La única Tina que yo he utilizado y que uso es la Tina del baño y es para quitarme la mugre. Quienes usan de la otra Tina es para dañarse las neuronas.

Ishalaa 01/14

“LGBT Migration between the 1960s through 2017 From Mexico To The United States” by Ishalaa Ortega

“LGBT Migration between the 1960s through 2017 From Mexico To The United States” by Ishalaa Ortega

     For multiple reason the United States is the best option for Mexican LGBT immigrants when facing oppression, discrimination, and persecution. June 28^th 1969, became the historical date that marked the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender (LGBT) modern rights movement. On that day, the LGBT community world while felt the meaning of hope and resistance. The year before in Mexico City, on October 2^nd 1968 “La Matanza de Tlatelolco” occurred. The government using military forces and tactics, killed approximately 325 people, mostly university students. Regardless socio-economic status, gender or sexual orientation, thousands were injured, women, men, and children. They were protesting peacefully against the injustice of the Mexican’s government led by President Gustavo Díaz O. This comparison shows how behind Mexico was and continues today when addressing civil rights.

     At that time migrating from Mexico wasn’t complicated, the border wasn’t as guarded as today. People can come to the United States and go back to Mexico almost freely. LGBT community members mostly were “people in the closet” (phrase we all know to label people who is LGBT but do not want to admitted publicly), because of that today we don’t have realistic statistics on how many people were LGBT from that exodus of Mexicans, but certainly many see the Stonewall riots as the possibility to be free even if they do not come out as LGBT.    

     David Carter wrote “Stonewall: the riots that sparked the gay revolution” a book that gives a broad picture of what happened before and after that night of gay revolution. Carter omitted mentioning Martha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera the original founders of the movement. The book is being acclaimed by the experts as a good point of reference to cite the modern LGBT rights history in The United States. The first organization created after the Stonewall night was “The Gay Liberation Front” a whole section is dedicated to them on Carter’s book.  While in New York LGBT people can gather at least in some “Mafia clubs”, a name given to the bars owned by Mafia members that allow-to-enter LGBT people. In the 1960s showing gay patrons was illegal, two men or women dancing together as a couple was prohibited. Where the law saw deviance, however, the Mafia saw a golden business opportunity. On the other hand Mexican LGBT community didn’t even have that opportunity to gather even on that type of places. What they do was to have secret and small “fiestas homosexuales”.  Sporadic gay parties that were planned to be at a hidden and private properties. And if by any chance the police find out, they offered money as a bribe to get 

away of the embarrassed they will suffer when the police call their families to tell them they were homosexuals, they also sell the property as soon as possible or the government will take it away from them.

     There was this incident at one of those Mafia clubs in New York City, two lesbians where dancing and a business men try to cut in, they didn’t let him and the guy punch one of the girls in the face. The Gay Liberation Front, led by Martha Shelley an American lesbian feminist activist, did an action to demand a better approach and treatment for LGBT clients. They organized a takeover of the bar, which consist on playing the jukebox and dance but not buying any drink. The owners didn’t understand and Shelley when to speak with them:

       “I’m standing there with my knees shaking, and I tell him why we’re there. He says. ’Do you know who I’m?’  I said, I don’t know, and I don’t care, but we‘re the Gay Liberation Front!” (Carter, 225)

    Mexico, in 1971 “EL Frente de Liberacion Homosexual” (FLH) was created, one of the first LGBT organizations of Latin-America. The word Gay wasn’t being used in Latin-America yet. The organization name was a translation of “The Gay Liberation Front”. The FLH was a consequence of a discriminatory action against a gay employee working for  SEARS, a department store located in Mexico City, the employee was fired because his sexual orientation. 

     While in 1970 New York City celebrated the first anniversary of Stonewall with a march, reinforcing the spirit of the LGBT community to keep fighting. Mexico’s government kept that opportunity far away from the brave LGBT activists that tried to celebrates “La Marcha De Orgullo Homosexual” (Homosexuals’ Pride March). They made it possible in 1979, ten years after Stonewall.  The march wasn’t popular at all, over a thousand people celebrates LGBT pride under a hostile environment full of insults and violent acts against the marchers, and the police abuse and oppression was definitely noticed. The march served as a thermometer to measure the difficulties existing in Mexico, making the existence of the LGBT community, miserable. Motivational factor to run away, leaving behind family, friends and culture.

    Mexico has a deplorable long history of civil rights violations, but when addressing LGBT rights it needs to be multiply by hundreds the severity of those violations. The Mexican national newspaper library had a record of the atrocities that government, religious leaders and common people did and keeps doing against the LGBT community specially transgender women. Today Mexico has the second place behind Brazil, in the shameful world list of countries with more LGBT hate crimes. From 2014 to 2017 a total of 202 deaths were reported as homophobic hate crimes, more than 100 were transgender women. The Mexican Committee Against Discrimination affirms that only 1 from every 4 LGBT people murders is reported, but the Mexican government do not categorized under the law the term hate crime to increase the punishment to those who deliberately killed an LGBT person just for being LGBT. 

      In 1981 when the Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV) was discovered the entire world demonized, criminalized, excluded, and condemned homosexuals, (as the LGBT community was known at that time). HIV/AIDS was called the “Homosexual Cancer” for the 

high amount of gay people contracting the virus. Also called the “Four H’s disease” because the disease affected mostly Heroin users, Haitians, Hemoglobin-derivatives patients, and Homosexuals. Reinforcing the racism, homophobia, eugenics believes, and judgmental mindset the world have. Leaders of every religion on earth used this epidemic to convince their followers that “God” was punishing certain people for their sins. With that hateful statement many people died, as consequence of the null or negligent response the government and health field workers have to fight HIV/AIDS. Without remorse they denied services to HIV patients based on religious believes, something that today we continue struggling with, under protection of   “freedom of faith” laws, that are nothing but licenses to disvriminate. In the 1990s, LGBT AIDS’ patients in U.S- Mexico border do not have access to medication at all, nonprofit organizations in border’s cities like Tijuana and San Diego come together and tried to help. What the organization did was implementing a system to collect medication left behind when patients were change from one medication to another or when unfortunately they past away in California. They sent whatever they collected to Tijuana and the organizations there made small bags with medication that last about a week and distributed to Mexican HIV/AIDS’ patients. Sometimes patients get medication for a week and after they run out they have to wait for months to get another bag especially because the system was on first come first serve. Today any doctor will say that far from making them a favor, this noble actions dangerously played with those patients physical and mental health.    

     The last Mexican census shows that approximately 83% of México’s population are Catholics, this religious led many crusades against the Mexican LGBT community, promoting hate and bigotry among their vast majority. This mindset guide religion’s fanatics to create a hostile environment for LGBT people, increasing infant and juvenile bullying, homophobic hate crimes, murderers, employment and housing discrimination, and government harassment and persecution. 

     In the 1990s when gays, bisexuals, and transgender people were dying at a high scale because of Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS) complications, the movement for LGBT civil rights were place aside to prioritize the fighting against this terrible pandemic. Today is counted by millions the HIV/AIDS’ related deaths around the world.  Billions of dollar are being invested, entire business born around the HIV/AIDS creating a lucrative industry that made some people multimillionaires. The medicine it is been monopolized making the prices unreachable for the people living with HIV, instead of being moderated and provided by the government. LGBT people started migrating because of the pandemic since the very beginning looking for better medical approach and medication, regardless the lack of possibility to be able to fix legal status while living in the United States, at least they will be able to get HIV’s medication and that was reason enough to look forward to migrate to the United States by so many LGBT people:

“President Obama on Friday announced the end of a 22-year ban on travel to the United States by people who had tested positive for the virus that causes AIDS, fulfilling a promise he made to gay advocates and acting to eliminate a restriction he said was “rooted in fear rather than fact.” (Preston, New Yok Times, Oct. 30, 2009).

     In the early 2000s the fight for marriage equality or gay marriage as we know it starts a long and difficult journey before it became a reality. The world seems to be ready for a substantial change, thanks to the millennials’ or generation Y (people born in 1980-2000s) that openly accept the LGBT community at every professional survey that was conducted. This generation shows in a certain way the impact of technology and how humans can easily change from an ideology to a completely different point of view. LGBT in Mexico also have its own generation of millennials, a generation more academically prepared. Unfortunately the corruption, incompetent government, and catholic culture continues ruling the country holding the progress and success for LGBT Mexican people. 

      Immigration Equality, the nation’s leading LGBTQ immigrant rights organization states on their webpage that in 1994, Attorney General Janet Reno declared as precedent the  “Matter of  Toboso-Alfonso” case in which a gay Cuban man was found to be eligible for withholding of removal on the basis of his membership in the PSG of homosexuals. Thanks to that decision now LGBT people fleeing from Mexico or anywhere else in the world, have a great opportunity to be protected under this immigration law. Asylum means hope for many LGBT Mexicans immigrants that were able to fix their undocumented status. Feeling themselves somehow protected was enough  for many LGBT immigrants who desperately look for this opportunity instead of ended up being discriminated, persecuted, rape, committing suicide or getting killed because their sexual or gender expression in Mexico.

      Transgender people are by far the community that suffers the most, and feeling their existence as transgender people recently is being recognized and gradually accepted, it is giving them resilience to keep going. Seeing The United States intentionally given more recognition and rights to this particular community regardless that some states like Texas and North Caroline keep pushing back approving laws to deny basic human rights to them, like using a public restroom choosing the gender they identify with. Those feelings of freedom are filling with optimism and the desire to reach the goals that this community had since the very beginning. They been dreaming with having access to everything with equity, having real economical, educational, and health justice, and those dreams made trans-people specially transgender women of color to not to give up. Strength that keep them yearning that somewhere in the world there is a place where they will be accepted and allow to be who they are.

     When LGBT people arrived to The United States they go through the very same issues any other immigrant go through whether undocumented or not. Struggles like underpayment, rejection, exploitation, racial bias, discrimination, language barriers, culture differences, housing, race segregation, and many other injustices that immigrants communities face every day in the United States in order to survive.

     It is ease for many people to ask that if an immigrant is suffering somehow here in the U.S. soil, why they don’t to go back to their origin country. When you ask that offensive question to an immigrant, the answer is simple, the incidents or struggles suffered here in the United States is multiplied at least ten times back in their countries. That’s the reason why LGBT people choose prison instead of deportation, they preferred risking their lives through the desert instead of misery and discrimination, they choose this government based on racism that those based on corruption, they choose an opportunity to be who they are instead of living their lives hiding themselves or being a target from homophobia and transphobia, because at least here the opportunity to make the American dream come true could be real.

     In 2010 Mexico approved marriage equality and adoption for LGBT people, a law that its not applicable in many Mexico states. The law is been well applied in Mexico city or Distrito Federal where was approved, unfortunately for the rest of the country it is been a really slow process, under different ideologies the states governments are being negligent when applying this law depending on their political party, religious believes, corruption, and media misleading coverage. Unfortunately asylum grantees slow down for Mexican LGBT migrants under the mistaken thoughts that because gay marriage was approved the circumstances change and there is no more discrimination or government persecution against this community.  

     In Geneva, Switzerland on December 6^th 2011, Former U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton delivered a historical speech. She stand up loud and clear to defend the LGBT rights in front of world’s leaders at the United Nations Assembly . Recognizing the past and present fails on the subject that the United States have, and the hard work ahead of us to ensure that human rights are been applied with equity to every human being regardless of everything, including sexual orientation and gender identity:

   “This recognition did not occur all at once. It evolved over time. And as it did, we understood that we were honoring rights that people always had, rather than creating new or special rights for them. Like being a woman, like being a racial, religious, tribal, or ethnic minority, being LGBT does not make you less human. And that is why gay rights are human rights, and human rights are gay rights” (Clinton,2011).

     While in Mexico at that time President Felipe Calderon Hinojosa strategy against the drugs and crime   already killed officially around 40,000 people, and disappeared thousands more. He started a war against organized crime that increase violence and death among innocent people. As a consequence for that “Self-Defense” armed groups appeared and a mass migration to the United Stated was motivated. Of course LGBT people run away too, because the violence was aggravated against them.

     The new government under President Donald J. Trump administration it is like a slap in the immigrants communities face, a wakeup call. Pres. Trump’s  policies against undocumented communities are a consequence from the racism the United States embrace since colonial’s times, white supremacy terrorist groups that exist in the country celebrate and claim that a group of them is inside the white house. They feel supported and identified with. They totally support the almost white-men-only administration type of President Trump. Mexico being the closest Latin-America country it is the place that produce more immigrants, every law implemented against immigrants have a great repercussion impacting the physical and mental health of entire populations. Either those living here in the U.S. or those family member living back in their countries regardless being LGBT or not.

     There is nothing an undocumented person can do to fix the hostile political environment in the U.S., they cannot vote, it means they do not count under the law. While people ignore the straggles of immigrants, the fact of being the target of hatred and exclusion increase especially for those who besides being undocumented and brown also have the label of being LGBT people. If they are already here, they must keep working and contribute, behave to not to brake the law, be prepare for the worst to reduce the anxiety, study as far as they can, and most important to became a U.S. citizen as soon as they have the opportunity. Are the only tools to fight back the constant discriminatory laws they being suffering for centuries.

    To conclude, an suggestion must be made, to invite everyone to open their mind and see that attacking, discriminating, and excluding people because of their particularities should not be considering human’s actions and everyone must stop being part of a systematic culture that promote hatred and exclusion within one an other. Let’s welcome each other and embrace our differences. 

Gran Central

6:00pm I'm literally in the middle of Grand Central Station in Manhattan,New York .
I'm by the central's information kiosk, the one that have the 360° clock on the top, around me most people are running from one place to the other, they are using the station like a stadium to hurry up to their destinies also like a big fashion runway to pose or catwalk their best coats, is March 20th, 2017, snow remains in some areas in the sidewalks, trust me spring did not show up yet and people is very aware of that, multiple scarfs in every color, most woman using flat shoes or boots, is a New York thing to change shoes before entering a building, a work place or a school, people is of all ages,races,color,and genders.
Mostly nobody cares to the others, a pregnant woman is asking something to the police officers "protecting" the area, is a white woman asking for information,of course is a withe woman, I don't know if a black or a brown person will approach them for anything at this point, a couple is kissing like never before... I supposed, looks like they are getting back together after a fight, I'm sure you all know how hot those getting back after a fight can be, the floor of the building looks clean, even some people adventures to seat on the floor and have something to eat, just like having a picnic in the amazing tall and antique station, the ceilings are high with a turquoise color, some mystical figures are drawn like Greece or Roman gods, enormous windows with spectacular iron fences  given the sensation that we are in jell, like if we where an exotic bird or even worse, it's just like a monument for the country that incarcerated more people in the world.
I'm fascinated with the modern and sophisticated fashion looks at ever sights, but what I like the most is the "I don't care" looks that's some people are wearing, like that woman there wearing every piece of clothing    of unmatched color, but long from a bad choice she really looks amazing.
I love the balconies, a monopolized space by apple, an area that should be reserved for people to enjoy now is invaded by the company with someone watching over your head making sure you don't take away any of their products.
The soldiers looks so hot, maybe I see them that way because of my personal preferences.
Tones of stairs, helpful to do some cardio and save money avoiding a gym membership card.
What's the story here? How many died already but before gone they walked,observed and maybe write something about Grand Central?
Whom from all of the passin-by tonight will not make it tomorrow?

Mi nuevo Barrio

Una carta

Quisiera que esta carta fuera de amor pero solo es para ponerme al dia,
vivo en un nuevo lugar, una casa antigua con pisos de madera, de esos que a cada pisada rechinan como películas de terror, tiene ventanales grandes, muchas recamaras por las múltiples alteraciones echas al edificio, vivo en un ambiente ricamente diverso, somos de todos los colores,tallas y sabores, la mayoría LGBTQ, JOTAS casi tod@s para explicarme mejor,diferentes nacionalidades, afro-american@s,mexican@s,guatemaltec@s hasta árabes creo, no les conozco a tod@s aun, pero la vibra es buena, la entrada es de doble puerta, altas, de madera rustica, quisiera hablar de l@s personas/personajes que habitamos pero no quisiera invadir su privacidad pues algunos son mis amigos en facebook.
He caminado el vecindario en estos primeros 15 días de vivir aqui, es sencillo, multicultural y multilingüe, como todo Queens, ahora  vivo literalmente cerca del aeropuerto JOHN F KENNEDY este es mi nuevo barrio, he descubierto lo Dumplings unos bocadillos chinos que me han vuelto loca, "Las Comadres" es un restaurancito mexicano que no tiene sazón pero saca del apuro cuando estas hambrient@ y no quieres cocinar,hay un sin fin de tiendas chinas, de esas que juran ser de 99centavos pero que nada cuesta eso, hay varios mercados por la  Jamaica Avenue, no he visto nada "Orgánico" eso habla de que en efecto los que habitamos aquí en su mayoría somos clase obrera, por que comer orgánico literalmente marca el estatus económico de una manera realmente insultante.
El menú de hombres  segun mis redes sociales es muy atractivo, se que querían saberlo, ahí lo tienen!.
La mudanza ha sido pesada, sigo igual de desordenada, me cambie de casa no de personalidad, pero si he tratado un poco de decorar jotescamente OBVIO.
Estoy buscando una base de cama nueva por que los "jaripeos y palenques" que he llevado a cabo últimamente quebraron la que tengo.
Estoy muy ambientada, bohemia,musical e inspirada,muy contenta vaya para acabar pronto! he estado escribiendo como loca y estudiando aun mas por tanto examen en la escuela, me ha ido muy bien por ese lado no me puedo quejar.
Tengo el ojo puesto el ojo en un Buffet de comida Indú creo que es pero no he tenido tiempo de arranarme a dos nalgas y comer a reventar, lo haré pronto se los prometo.
Ya use la cocina de la casa y me desestresse cocinando algo simple pero rico.
Ustedes como estan?
Espero sus parejas,hij@s y familia estén bien, mis familiares bien muy bien gracias lo normal, drama,diversión,acuerdos y desacuerdos, mis amigos ya saben que son pocos les cuento por miles pero mi corazón es muy grande quiero tener millones.

P.D. Cuídense mucho el clima esta muy extremo y las ETS estan a la orden del dia.

Con amor
Ishalaa Ortega Feb 14.

A la venta!

#ParaLosQueGustanDeLeerme
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#PorqueYoEscribo

Muñeca de aparador

Estoy exactamente en la esquina de la West 16th Street y la Octava Ave. estoy sentada en un Starbucks tomándome un Mocha Frappuccino con leche de coco por aquello de mi intolerancia a la lactosa, estoy sentada en una barra que esta acomodada de cierta forma que mi rostro da la la calle, entre la banqueta y yo solo esta el vidrio que funge como pared y a la ves vitrina que deja ver lo que se vende y lo chic que están cada vez más los establecimientos de venta de café, es como si pasaras por cualquier calle y lo que está a la venta soy yo tras la vitrina, tal vez sería para algun@s algo caro en exhibición para otros una muñeca rara de coleccion o algo de segunda en algúna tienda de Goodwill, otros tantos pensarán que solo soy un puta imitando a las sexoservidoras de holanda dónde ese trabajo esta permitido bajo la ley.
Doy otro sorbo a mi "Raspado de Cafe"   y pienso que mi dinero fue bien gastado porque le estoy consumiendo a una empresa que contrata personas LGB pero en especial una empresa que da oportunidad a personas Transgenero, y el CEO acaba de anunciar que esta compañía tiene como propósito contratar 10,000 refugiados en los siguientes 5 años, entonces independientemente de lo que pueda pensar sobre las corporaciones no me queda mas que decirles Gracias y a pesar de casi no tomar cafe, darme una vuelta de vez en cuando, aunque me vea como una muñeca de trapo con greñas raras en las "pqredes tipo vitrinas" del Starbucks.
Salí apenas de una entrevista laboral, si ocupo un trabajo nuevo, que me de retos a la altura de mis capacidades mentales que sin humildad alguna siento que son muchas, ya no quiero trabajar solo con mis aptitudes físicas, que también son muchas esas aptitudes especialmente cuando estoy desnuda pero cuando estoy así no es trabajo eso se me facilita, me hago la facilita rápidamente, quiero algo que me haga pensar, que me permita apoyar, que me de para vivir despreocupamente por el pago de la renta, pero preocupada por el bienestar que puedo causarle a alguien.
Hoy en la escuela tuve una examen difícil pero como estudie estoy segura que pase con buen promedio, si me ha venido dificultando el aprender cosas difíciles en otro idioma, pero tengo que ponerme "trucha" por que no quiero repetir ningún curso, la escuela de leyes a donde estoy decidida ingresar pronto y no me acepetara con mal promedio, muchos años de haber estado fuera de la escuela cobran el precio pero pagarlo con moneda de otro idioma realmente me esta saliendo caro pero me esta llenando de satisfacciones, siempre,siempre que pueda les invitaré a estudiar SIEMPRE es bueno aprender algo nuevo, lo que sea.
Veo grandes abrigos en mujeres y hombres hermos@s, lo mismo que colores de piel de todos los  tonos y sus infinitas combinaciones, alzo la mirada y el letrero de Google resalta en letras blancas, el rojo de un Banco de América es radiante y la estacion del tren L  siento que mira impaciente para que lo aborde o llegare cuando ya este obscuro a casa!
Observo impaciente los grandes edificios que rodean estas calles, y me golpea el privilegio de los que habitan aquí en su mayoría gente blanca, dueños de estos edificios por generaciones, nada preocupa a aquel que tiene un lugar propio para vivir hasta que el último día de su vida llegue y regale a su heredero el mismo placer, ese placer que da el Privilegio del Dinero.
Los taxis amarillos corren apresurados  la calle y la avenida, me hubiese gustado haber estado aquí en la época de los taxis amarillos antiguos pero pienso que estaría más vieja aun si eso hubiese pasado, así que es mejor así, es mi tiempo, mi momento de estar aquí en New York, en la gran Manzana en Manhattan la ciudad que me ha adoptado en las faldas de Queens, el lugar cultural más diverso del mundo, algo así a fuerza tiene que dejar en mi algo bueno.
Muero por ver a mi madre, caminar con ella del brazo por estas calles neoyorquinas, pero regresar a casa y sentir mi cultura mexicana, cocinando juntas unas ricas tortillas de harina estilo sinaloa o unos tacos de birria tijuanense y no perderme en este mundo tan capitalista dónde caminar por la Quinta Avenida te hace sentir asqueada de tanto despelfarro económico en cosas estúpidamente vanales, y que no se cual seria mi comportamiento si yo hubiera nacido en el otro lado de la moneda, en el de los privilegiados, el mundo de Ivanka Trump, París Hilton o Las Kardashian, donde sus grandes preocupaciones son tener la nariz fea o las "patas flacas" pero nunca jamás el ver si hay algo que poner en la mesa o si habrá para el pago de la renta esa si son verdaderas preocupaciones.
Estoy por terminar el Frappuccino, agárrate mi bolsa Michael Kors de imitación y me largare a mi nuevo lugar donde vivo, un lugar en el que me siento tranquila y se que estoy bien ahí por que he podido dormir rico, tranquila y sin stress. Estoy contenta por que estoy con gente de mi ambiente ya tendremos tiempo de divertirnos, pelear y contentarnos, por que así es esto, así es la vida y debemos "apechugar" aunque nos castre hasta el tuétano.
A caminar por que vivo lejos...
Ishalaa Feb 1st,2017