SlutWalk Report

(note: click on any picture in this post to go to my full SlutWalk photo set on Flickr)

SlutWalk was this past weekend! As is Seattle's custom, it was fairly cool all weekend, only to get SUPER SUNNY and in the 70s during the week. So there we all are, many of us slutted up, and shivering. And yet, there were enough breaks in the clouds for me to get a sunburn... on the tops of my boobs. Even better: I was wearing a push-up bra, so my boobs were smooshed together & up, so the sunburn shape when my boobs are "at ease" looks like a pair of lungs.

Heee.

There was an amazing group there... men, women...


Kids...


Dogs...

(this one was my bff)

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My friend and I didn't make signs because we are lazy, but holy crap other people were PREPARED.



Westboro Baptist Church Assholes came out to protest, as they do... and we outdid them, as we do. Surrounding the few asshole protestors were plenty of supporters, many of whom had lovely signs saying things like, "Not all Christians are like them," etc. I'm not a Christian myself, but having been raised that way, I appreciate the ones who make an effort to displace the idea that all Christians are raging idiotic jerkfaces.



It's hard to say which signs were my favorite...



The rally at the end of the march was fantastic. They had some powerful speakers, and I wish I had a better memory so I could share more of the wonderful things these women said. I remember one speaker saying, "Why was I raped? I was raped because a rapist raped me."



There was also a woman who did some spoken word poetry, and I think some of it was about femme lesbians who shave their legs? But I had a hard time following. I was in a fuzzy hangover fog the entire time. Pot + alcohol + running amok with fellow naked cyclists all day = SUPER FUN. ...until the next morning. Erg. Bless my patient friend for putting up with my whining squinting self at the walk. But one part that really got through my fog was this: "The ONLY person who should be ashamed of rape... is the RAPIST."

I wanted to scamper on stage and hug her, but I was all the way across the square and in line for lemonade. Lemonaaaaaaaaaade. So no hug. Plus I probably would have tripped.