For a long time, I was a die-hard country fan. I celebrated the likes of Shania Twain, Jason Aldean, and Miranda Lambert. I loved country music so much that I would receive side eyes from a lot of my friends because so many thought it was odd for me to not only listen to country music, but also enjoy it. But I didn’t care what anyone thought of me, it was my safe place. Then I started noticing a pattern of behavior.
No sé imaginen la maravilla que se siente sentir aparecer estas nuevas partes de uno mismo, conocer lados de nosotros mismos que en la cultura que vivíamos a lo mejor no han podido lucir.
With a name like Jomaree Fernandez, I’m still asked to this day “what nationality are you?” My answer of “American” is typically met with faces of confusion followed by, “well, where are your parents from originally?”