Kevin

This piece is inspired by Byron Hurt’s, an anti-sexist activist, piece on why he is a black male feminist. I searched to find similar pieces by Latinos professing their support for the struggle of all wimmin, but especially Latinas and have yet to find anything. So, I decided to write my own story in the hopes that other Latinos like me will decide to speak up or have their own little revelations.

I barely know my father, I still don’t know much about him. I don’t know why he decided to leave Nicaragua for the United States. I don’t know what his hopes and dreams were, what he wanted to be when he grew up, why he left my mother, and why he decided to leave fatherless children across Central America. However, I knew he kept my mother from learning how to drive, from learning English, from finding a job and regulated her to taking care of my sister, brother and I while he went out on his own.

If there is anything to be salvaged from a failed relationship with my father it is a vibrant one with the womyn who made me the man I am today. I would listen to the arguments between my mother and father and saw that many times my mother was the more dominant one, especially since she was usually right about his being a bad father. This wasn’t always the case as my father domineered my mother ...