Recipe to treat old wounds: Tecate with lime and salt

Tecate_Lime_Salt_Wounds Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, MX-- Halfway through my trip I am finally able to sit down and write. Most days I am exhausted, but happily so. Besides enjoying my family's company, practicing Spanish, and learning to do things just a little bit differently, I am also learning how to cook and prepare food and drink that my family eats.

Some of the juiciest conversations I have been a part of have been over ice-chilled Tecate, with lime and a pinch of salt. There is something fitting about the taste of sour lime combined with the bite of salt and cold cheap beer to explore memories and emotions that are painful. Speaking openly is often accompanied by such a beverage, and as a result I am inheriting stories of old wounds.

Without sharing details of what I have learned, the pain and hurt I am observing is universal and we can all relate to it. I think these feelings exist in all of us, of course with different words and expressions, but in English may be described as some of the following: resentment, shame, jealousy, nostalgia, sorrow, anger and fear.

By deciding to leave myself open to learning whatever I might on this trip, I have left my own wounds vulnerable to re-opening, especially ones that I have experienced together with my mother. This trip has been about exploring the root of my identity through my mom, so it is fitting that both of our wounds might be re-opened, but also opened to healing. As a result, an important thing I have learned is that our relationship and our story was impacted greatly by her decision to leave past pain behind. But this is a story will have to wait for another day.

Most importantly I have learned that the recipe of cheap beer with salt and lime can not only re-open wounds, it can also be a remedy.


When I get back to California my hope is to initiate themed conversations around family story, culture and identity shared over the meals and drinks I have learned from my family here. I plan on providing food prepared by me and a topic for conversation. If you're interested in participating or hosting this kind of event please let me know.




What V-Day Means to me

Eliason_F_My_Ex_February 14, 2013 is my 9th Valentine's Day free of my abuser. I've been wondering for a long time when I would start to really publicly share the story my abusive ex-boyfriend, and I think now is the time. I can't do it all at once. There's too much. And in reality it makes most people feel uncomfortable, and this is so important that I don't want folks to tune out. I get it--its hard to listen to stories of abuse.

So, I'll just start talking about one of my favorite holidays, V-Day. V-Day, the global movement to end violence against women, has been a part of my life for the last eight years. I witnessed my first Vagina Monologues in 2005, and monologued the following year as a student at CSU Monterey Bay. The ability to channel the experience of 6.5 years of abuse through a monologue about women's empowerment and the support of a whole cast of other Vaginas, was one of the most precious gifts I could have received. It was life changing.

I learned how to speak out about my experiences as a woman. I learned to share my story. I learned that I have my own power, my own voice, and my own body. I leaned about safety and trust.

Today, I had another opportunity to express my story and my art with others. In 2011 I created a piece for a photography course, under the assignment of "3 dimensional or sculptural photography". I created a piece using an old photo of my ex and a set of nine specimen containers. The photo was really the only physical object that I had kept. I don't know why I kept it. Maybe I thought it would help keep him away if there was always a photo to remember what he looked like. Sometimes you do superstitious stuff like that.

I started with clean, un-used, urine sample containers and filled each with a dismantled, destroyed image of him. I had been thinking of destroying the original so many times, that it seemed appropriate to do so for as many containers as I had. While, I have sometimes imagined punching his face, kicking him in the balls, and a number of other acts of aggression, I am actually not a violent person. And the things I've done to the images are expressions of my anger towards my loss of freedom as a teenager and my loss of sense of self while I was being abused.

The Museum of Art and History hosted a pop-up museum event at a local bar tonight, with the theme of "F my Ex" and I'm proud to say I brought my piece. It normally stays in a closet, in a crumpled brown paper bag. Because, really, how often do you want to look at images that remind you of a life that was filled with fear and domination? But for two hours it came out and I shared my story with old and new friends and was reminded of how much of a warrior I had to be to remove myself from that situation and how far I've come since then.

What does V-Day mean to me? It is a celebration of my own freedom and the freedom of other warrior women too. It is a celebration of love, self-love, love for women. And love for men as well. V-Day is a day to remember myself and others. It is a day to remember my journey and a day to share my story with the world!

Happy V-Day everyone!


And if you've never seen Vagina Monologues, do it. Do it for yourself, your girlfriend, your mom, you sister, your daughter. It is a powerful play, funny, sad, sweet, but above all, powerful.