prayers for orlando and more love



the homophobia, islamophobia, xenophobia in this country has reached its peak.

one of my professors, juana maria rodriguez, who i interviewed here had this to say about the orlando shootings:

“Like a lot of other queer people, last night I was out in the club dancing, chilling, grooving with a crew of mostly QPOC because even at my age, queer clubs will always be home to me. This could have been anyone of us.

Last night was not about Islamic terrorism, it was not about a lone person, it is about the unrestrained political power and greed of the NRA and the unregulated insanity of this country’s gun laws. It is about a license to carry an assault weapon.

It is about the anti-queer rhetoric we hear on the daily from right wing extremists of all faiths. It is about Donald Trump and the racist hatred and threats that pass as political discourse. It is about talk radio.

It is about a long and ugly history of murder, and indifference to queer suffering and violence, including and especially the continued murder of transwomen of color. It is about AIDS and silence.

Today my heart goes out to mi gente de ambiente in Orlando, it goes out to the Muslim community who is continually being targeted and attacked in the country and will once again be blamed in ways that Christians are never blamed, it goes out to my queer Muslim friends, it goes out to all of us who just want to live and dance and reach for a little joy on a Saturday night.

Let us respond with pride in our long queer history of fighting back, in refusing to respond with Islamaphobia, pride in the resilience of our survival.”


let’s not forget that what we need is MORE LOVE.

I had a dream
That honeybees were making honey in my heart
Out of my old failures.
There is no right or wrong
Beyond the right and the wrong
There is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

Tuve un sueño
Que las abejas estaban haciendo miel en mi corazón
De mis fracasos pasados
No hay bien ni mal
Más allá del bien y del mal
Hay un campo
Ahí nos vemos

sending my prayers out to the world, but especially to those affected by the tragedy. my muslim and latino friends in particular who are being misrepresented or underrepresented in this sensationalist media society we live in.

queer & trans latinx spaces and friends have been/are SO incredibly empowering for me as a qpoc. the fact that most of the victims were latinx and that it was a latinx night at pulse needs to be remembered and talked about.



p.s. feel free to use the images above… the queers against islamophobia part is from Elisha Lim and Raven Davis
poetry from here:…/el-regalo-de-ver-…/


About Miyuki Baker

Miyuki is a resident of the place where many circles overlap. They’re a queer, multi-racial/lingual artist, activist & academic passionate about using common or discarded objects, stories, zines, and performance in public spaces to make accessible art. Their research examines how we practice “hope” and meaning through space, architecture and the environment. They’re currently a PhD Candidate in the Department of Performance Studies at UC Berkeley. After graduating from Swarthmore College in 2012, where they were involved in queer Asian activism and making art, they received the Watson Fellowship to travel the world in search of queer artists and activists and made 8 zines highlighting what they learned under their publishing house Queer Scribe Productions. From 2014-2015 she lived in Ecuador and traveled by bicycle from Ecuador to Colombia cataloging traditional textiles, music and food. After returning, they built and lived in a mobile tiny house for a year (until selling it in May 2016).

One comment

  1. Thanks for sharing, Miyuki! Yes, we need more love, and we need to be better about our safe spaces — non-LGBTQ people especially, of course, but I think even I fail to appreciate the value of a place like a gay club. People our age, who didn’t grow up with police raids on gay bars or fight laws against their existence (we had marriage, adoption, etc. to deal with though), may sometimes take safe spaces for granted, don’t you think? Well, at least I did. 😦

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