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Mi Sangre Me Llama My Blood Calls Me Home

I’m a queer, masculine-presenting Latinx veteran beginning again—

after 40 years shaped by silence, service, and survival in a country that never fully saw me.

A Life Between Worlds

Raised to serve, to obey, to endure. But never to remember.

Not the language of my ancestors.

Not the cosmology buried beneath dogma.

Not the truth of who I am.

Coming out after 40—in the age of Trump, in a country fractured by rage and forgetting—

wasn’t just personal.

It was spiritual warfare.

It was choosing to remember what colonization tried to erase:

my softness, my sacredness, my blood memory.

I am not interested in salvation. I am committed to remembrance. To balance. To becoming whole again.

My Path Is Decolonization

I believe decolonization is the only path to balance.

Not a metaphor. Not a hashtag.

A lived spiritual necessity.

Through altar-building, ritual, and the recovery of Indigenous language and cosmology,

I walk the long road back to a truth that was never lost—only buried.

My devotion to Santa Muerte is not superstition.

It is remembrance.

It is resistance.

It is love in the shape of a scythe.

This Space Is a Witness

This blog is not just a reflection—it’s an altar in digital form.

It holds ritual, memory, grief, language, and transformation.

It documents the sacred work of:

Starting over after 40 Reclaiming queer identity Reconnecting to Indigenous heritage Making offerings instead of apologies

I am not interested in salvation.

I am committed to remembrance.

To balance.

To becoming whole again.

Queer Latinx veteran. Altar builder. Storyteller. Rebuilding my life through sacred memory, ritual, and the blood that remembers.