Valentina Guadalupe Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

Virgin and Whore No More: Reinventions of the Mythical Maternal in Chicana Drama 1965-2000

La Virgen de Guadalupe is both a tough feminist icon and a paragon of conservation and modesty, which creates a tension between expression and repression that Cisneros was never .

I had a run-in at Old Mill Lane – a narrow road, kinda rough, with graffiti that tells stories you wouldn’t believe. Some moppet once told me, “Joe, these walls speak more than words.” And darn right they did! As a masseur, I see every wrinkle, every line like a map, ya know? And them streets, they call out with stories of folks grinding their lives away. Kinda makes you mad sometimes, ya know? The struggle's real, but also beautiful in its own messy way.

Celebrating 29 Years of “Our Lady of Guadalupe” Exhibition