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Her form was artfully draped in a white sleeveless shirt, strung with two large hamsas, and her wheat-brown was hair tied up softly and efficiently, cascading down her back to reveal two piercing blue eyes whose gaze I could not escape. Almost immediately that old familiar knowledge prickled behind my brow. It was that innate knowledge all queer people have, like an extra sense. It’s as if we can detect an invisible boundary that is perceptible only to anyone who knows the consequences of overstepping it.
After they left I went for a walk around Iquitos, I bought a tamale and headed back to my hostel, where in dramatic fashion I completely collapsed in the entrance of the hostel and sobbed. The hostel manager picked me up, called for emergency transport and I was taken to a nearby medical center. Over the course of the next couple of weeks, I was in and out of medical centers and on bed rest.
We turned back around and began to walk quickly to the populated yet intimidating club.
The men that eyed us before began to yell to us audibly. It started with," un besito" which means a little kiss, then followed by asking for money.We issued a stern "Buenos Noches" and continued at a more rapid pace. The men were relentless and began following us. Liv and I prepared ourselves for a physical altercation, the tension in the spaces between us seemed to be leading that way.
It’s been over a year now since I finished serving as an environmental conservation volunteer with Peace Corps Paraguay.
Yet, it still feels like yesterday that I was waking up to the sound of howler monkeys singing their morning duet, gardening with the kids in my community, and sweeping the sapos (toads) out my house as if they were giant golf balls.
At first, it's easy to become overwhelmed. The ocean is mysterious and holds so many untold secrets, which frightens most people. It was easy to imagine a monstrous beast coming up from the depths ready to send the girls and I to our watery graves.
The boat is massive and like most public transportation in South America, chaotic and filled with the smell of cooked food, bright colors and beer, so much beer.
Wander Women Abroad is the adventures and mishaps of three distinct woman of color as we move through the ever-rotating backdrop of this earth.