Join us a very special film screening of “Las Marimachas Fragments” by Lourdes Figueroa.

Introduction to Las Marimacha Fragments The project's original name was el azadón y las Marimachas de San Francisco...As I began this project I got stuck, a moment held in place where I couldn't move forward, backwards or sideways. And within this Peggy & I also began to move out of the city over to Oakland. And I began to be in this space of grief. I was in grief. I could not fathom a life outside of this city. This city that had made us, that we had also made in the process of it making us. This place where I fell in love & all the pieces in the beginning fell into place. San Francisco opened her arms with love & a job that I dreamed of getting. In this city Peggy & I grew up & made ourselves, it tore us into pieces, broke our hearts so many times, in so many different places, she lighted our lives, she scared us, she was fierce at times, she was miraculously beautiful & ugly, & always always suprising you with her sudden beauty in different corners & for long time I really believed the light the sun cast upon her here was special, she shone differently, she shimmered differently always catching us of guard. So in the course of the year & as I read & sifted through different lives here, I realized that the story here needed to be our story. Our migration story to San Pancho. Thus this is an ode, a love poem to the brown dyke that migrated here to be a dyke, to just be, to the ones that came before & the ones that are arriving. It is a peep hole into our love story, a window yellow with light into a marimacha casita in San Pancho, how our very movements will always be part of the fabric of this city for our work is love, for to dream is love, for to migrate is love, for to survive & believe is love, for to break open & fail over & over again is love, because our bodies made this place into love, because San Francisco like all the other cities is it's own being, remaking itself over & over as we arrive & leave, & Peggy & I were very much part it you will find much of our tears, laughter, giggles, sweat, our llanto in the middle of the night, pieces of Peggy's flesh scraped knees from falling off her skateboard, our dishes steaming the air, adobo, albondigas carved beautifully in every piece of her,so as I write this, & make this, there is a llanto of catharsis occurring, though San Pancho is also made of bodies that have long been here before us, let us not forget each other, let us not forget the ones that came & created, & loved here & gave their entire ser to this city what we are giving you here in this poetry film is the most intimate parts of San Pancho, of each other, our holiest flesh our holiest love. This whole project arrived & formed in pieces as we learned & gathered community crossing the bridge back & forth, a grieving & a sense of wholeness became the heart expanding in ways we couldn't foresee, each piece each fragment is a metaphor our limbs that moved through this city that gave us so much & we gave so much to, so yes this an homage to the growth Peggy & I lived together & to the dyke that migrated here to make her dreams opening up spaces, knocking down doors but especially learning to make her own table vast & full of abundance. Our love story began in the Castro, specifically at a place called the Cafe at the corner of Market & Castro...funny as we went about and made our lives here we always ended up at the cusp, intersection, of a place that connected the rest of the city's body to it's entirety...I didn't live here I had just moved back from Missouri, Peggy was going to film school, & there she was standing by the dance floor that night, that was a March night in 2007. I asked her to dance and she shook her head no I can't, on the third time she came to the dance floor with me. From there our lives began to fall into each other, & began our biggest love affair with San Pancho. We moved in, well I moved in, as they say we uhualed, right here in the Mission around the corner from York Street & 21st street...I began my vocation. Peggy began hers. & it was all very much a hundred thousand bricks hundred thirty -one thousand days for San Pancho.