Andrea Saldaña Rivera
PAINT OUT OF THE STRIPE. SUSAN PICK
PAINT OUT OF THE STRIPE. My father, Román Saldaña Martínez, left his job in the United States to return before the birth of his first-born. He would be a man, according to the wishes that the patriarchy formed in his imagination. Because her genes thought differently, I was a woman. In addition to disbelief and complaints, guided by ignorance, acceptance came for him. Would his mother's name help? That's how he registered me, it seems that despite my mother's refusal. It was probably the reason she only used affectionate nicknames for me.
Initially for my mother the reasons were marital approval. By putting on pants, I was disobeying social slogans. Then it was me who decided. I realized that the approval of others did not interest me. The priest demanded that she wear a dress to church. I was adamantly opposed. Later, tired of the "and why" and the "why not" the good clergyman allowed the pants.
My love of "kid's" toys helped keep me "Painting Out of the Line." I preferred marbles, carts, guns, yo-yo, ball, spinning top, my mother insisted on buying dolls and "little dishes." Most of the time they were in the dark. A bicycle came to fulfill my aspirations. Driving it, I helped my mother and my father liked it. Because he enjoyed watching me walk past his business. On occasion, I would stop to practice carom and pool under his direction. It was a good training, maybe since then it prepared me to know how to make my own decisions.
PAINT OUT OF THE STRIPE
Finally, like Marcel proust With his book "In Search of Lost Time", he has led me to enjoy memories of childhood, adolescence and a life plagued by disobedience, which today, thanks to Susan Pick, is strengthened and reminds us that appropriating freedom, of our life, it is a right, which has never needed permission, much less ... a blind obedience.
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