Because here in Latin America, in the third world, the human doesn’t exist. We exist as beasts, humanoids, primates, small creatures that play at civilization, and above all in this asphalt jungle, what we have are MONKEYS. 

 

Today I decide not to become a woman. I prefer not to construct myself as human, whose categories correspond to the Integrated Heterosexual Global Capitalist Regime. In a banana republic, unstable, conquered and bled dry, one doesn’t live: one survives. In order to survive we must become monsters; it’s not hands we need but claws, not teeth but fangs, not skin but hides, we don’t walk, we move on four paws and in some moments, two. Today for my survival, I become Transchanga. 

 

Transchanga because in the eyes of the civilized we’re primitive, exotic, and uncivilized. I reappropriate your junglified exoticism and play with it. I puke on your civilization sustained at its base by social inequality, exploitation of nature and labor, misogyny, racisms and homophobia. Under those terms it doesn’t interest me to be civilized, I prefer madness and disobedience, the uncivilized. 

 

We Transchangas are not interested in your fascist beauty regimes, your demands of our corporality, your diets, or your hair removal. We Transchangas are ugly, hairy, hair-raising--but this doesn’t stop us from being coquettish and sexual. 

 

Transchanga because this is a festive, joyful revolution. Transchanga for my dignified rage and my always rebellious disobedience. Transchanga because I’m heinous, monstrous, and primitive. Transchanga,Transchanga, Transchanga UUUUUUUUH UUUUHH.