I guess my feminism and my race are the same thing to me. They’re tied in one to another, and I don’t feel an alliance or an allegiance with upper-class white women. I don’t. I can listen to them and on some level as a human being I can feel great compassion and friendships; but they have to move from their territory to mine, because I know their world. But they don’t know mine. Sandra Cisneros, Chicana Feminist Thought
<3 Loose Woman by Sandra Cisneros <3 They say I’m a beast. And feast on it. When all along I thought that’s what a woman was. They say I’m a bitch. Or witch. I’ve claimed the same and never winced. They say I’m a macha, hell on wheels, viva-la-vulva, fire and brimstone, man-hating, devastating, boogey-woman lesbian. Not necessarily, but I like the compliment.
Esperanza describes herself as wanting to be beautiful and cruel. She wants to attract men and then leave them like nothing. She wants to have power over men because all around her women are powerless, especially to men.