As I’ve made new friends in Dallas who also love tacos, I found other taquerias to keep me close to my roots and to keep my belly full. I’ve found warmth and comfort in Taqueria Conin, Taqueria El Si Hay and El Come Taco. They’re all places where I feel the happiest in Dallas, where I get to speak Spanish with others in public even if it’s just to order tacos and to be able to support the Mexican families who own and work at these taquerias, who hustle together to make a living. They bring me joy because they’re familiar spaces that I know I can always go back to if I feel a little lost in this big city. And also, because tacos.
The movie lost my attention for a while; I just dismissed it as yet another misguided attempt by cis people to make a movie about trans people. After all, the media seems to love us right now. Or at least they love some of us, or maybe just the idea of some of us. When I saw the film’s director, Gaby Dellal, talk about the film, and specifically about her main character, Ray, for the first time, though, my worry turned into overwhelming dread. It seems like Dellal, despite being a person who is making a movie about a transgender boy, doesn’t understand that transgender boys aren’t girls.
I know that some people are going to be angry, but I’m not concerned with preserving bullshit art. I’m angry about the whitewashing of LGBTQ history.
The best part of the show is watching to Kristen gush over the food. Seriously, I will tune in just to hear her talk about food.
All of these comics are great, all of them are about women, all of them have the same impish sense of humor and adventure. And perhaps most importantly, all of them are full of cats.