Today we went to a protest against civil rights abuses and I realized THAT'S THE FIRST ORGANIZED PROTEST I'VE EVER ATTENDED! Which seems nuts, that as a thirty-six year old woman who is opposed to SO many things and has lived near Seattle my whole life, I have never been out in the streets with my floppy tits wrapped loosely in a shredded flag, armpit hair fluttering in the breeze as I pump my fist shouting a determined message even as I'm hoisted over the bulky shoulder of an armed man in riot gear.
Sorry to disappoint, but today was nothing like that.
Still, it was important and I'm glad we went. I'd love to be more specific and share the details with most everyone but as my webwhoring years have added up I've realized that sometimes I need to withhold some information for the sake of privacy and safety. What I will say, though, is it isn't connected to porn or sex work which in a way is sad because I'd like to be a better activist when it comes to civil rights issues related to the sex industry. This, though, is more local and I feel like I can more safely make a difference by being involved in it which is not something I can do locally (meeting up with people face-to-face) as a webwhore.Delia
actually sat this one out in the car because she has a soul-patch-like burn on her chin from her first overzealous laser hair removal treatment (she's been going through the process for years now and this is the first time she's gotten burned like that) and she didn't want to be out in the sun. This left me open to being approached by a cute ewok-looking fellow with a jaunty chipped front tooth who appeared to be about seven to ten years my junior. I almost told him I have a girlfriend, but then decided if he really was "interested" maybe it would lure him into getting involved. See, deep freckled cleavage can really win support for a cause. And I like bearded little roly poly guys.
I was actually a little concerned about the location of this protest because it's right next to an ultra-conservative hangout but they didn't come streaming out to scare us away or even mount a counter-protest. Instead I only saw about three people give us the thumbs-down and everybody else who responded as they drove by seemed happy to see us and honked, waved, hollered, etc. in support. That's a good feeling, but scary knowing this shit is going on even with so much outspoken criticism.
The past few days have been pretty windy here (I could barely hang onto my sign today) so it wasn't a big surprise when we lost power for a few seconds tonight. Could throw a monkey wrench into our spycam transmissions and Delia's update which she's trying to get uploaded and posted tonight, though. After the protest we had to drive all the way back to suburban hell to have them remove the inky security tag on a pair of jeans Delia bought on Thursday that they forgot to remove. Sometimes living so far from a real city is inconvenient. And sometimes it's just kind of scary (see above: there is some bullshit that wouldn't be tolerated in Seattle but in rural and small-town areas it's commonplace). But of course so is living near or IN a city, just for different reasons.
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