i imagine most people would be like 0_O at this video, but i work at a gay club, so this is pretty much what my thursdays, saturdays, alternating fridays, and occasional sundays look like…minus the ice cream.
HILTON HOTEL IN LONG BEACH ILLEGALLY FIRES WORKERS FOR COMPLAINING ABOUT UNFAIR LABOR PRACTICES. Currently, there is a BOYCOTT of the Hilton and Hyatt hotels in Long beach. Most of the workers are working-class Filipino and Latino immigrants. Please don’t stay at these hotels, and read this article: http://www.lbpost.com/news/allison/11536
trailer for the film THE DELANO MANONGS: FORGOTTEN HEREOS OF THE UFW
(fun fact: that’s nat king cole in the beginning singing “dahil sa iyo” - “because of you” - a timeless filipino kundiman, or love song)
the organizing and labor history of filipinos runs deep. we are not passive, we are not docile; like haiti, like viet nam - we overthrew imperialists barefoot - third world innovation against first world technology. filipinos all over - no matter in the homeland or caught somewhere in the diasporic winds - we are still resisting, still organizing, still gathering together with each other and others for ours and their basic rights. this, to me, is truly the spirit of my people: our collective nature, our inherent goodwill. it is often said by foreigners who visit the philippines how “nice” and “hospitable” filipinos are, but here’s a word to the wise: don’t mistake the smiles for naivete because my people know how to fight.
i’m not tryna be divisive, i’m jus sayin - we need to get our propers, too. if anything, mexicans (and latinos in general) and filipinos (and asian + pacific islanders in general) ought to build upon this history as lesson to continue solidarity work in support of one another because, as immigrant and displaced peoples, we have more in common than we have in difference. SI SE PUEDE, indeed!
good morning. maybe it’s the “heat” (quotations bc, well, this is san francisco), but i have a feeling this is going to be how my today will be - sexy in subtle ways, subconsciously conjuring memories of former love(r)s. the weight of a step, the swing in a sway…i can already feel the warmth flooding back…