Chongas are everywhere. When a chonga is around, you know it. We will make ourselves known. We are hypervisible, so you will remember our names, what we wore, what we said, and how we said it. And in a land that tries to ignore our existence and push us into living as the least of these, our visibility is power because you cannot erase what you have no control over and you cannot control those who have never bowed down to your notions of a hegemonic America. We are loud, we are proud, and we do not back down. Ask anyone who has gone up against a chonga about their experience. They will teach you to see us as we are: DIVINAS.
I remember back in 2010, while watching "The Real Housewives of Atlanta," hearing Kandi refer to her vagina (labia) as "beef curtains" and in that moment my whole world began to make sense. Here I was, in my early twenties, exploring my sexuality and beginning to have a very real realization: my vagina did not look like any vagina that I saw. Porn surely had done me no service in providing me with any representation for vaginas that looked even remotely like mine - brown-vagina representation was lacking in the porn industry. For damn sure.