I was a trouble-maker at the Dyke March
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Dykes! Marching! (And allies, too!)
As promised, some more info on Dyke March.
The march itself was lots of fun. Tons of different groups with signs about gender, youth activism, immigration rights, inclusivity, the whole nine yards. From one of the signs in the picture to the right:
SEXISM goes so deep that at first it’s hard to see. You think it’s just REALITY.
Alix Kates Shulman, 1978
A very fun contrast to the out-of-control party that was the Pride Parade.
When we got to the rally at the end, it was nice out. Beautiful, warm, sunny, in the park. So I took my top off, and my bra (like ya do…) and began wandering, handing out the Early to Bed goodies: coupons, lube, and stickers saying ‘Some like it TWAT.’
It was amusing watching people’s reactions, both at Dyke March and at pride. Some were totally willing to look, some glanced and then maintained eye contact, and some flickered back and forth between my eyes and my boobs. But while waiting in line for food, chatting with one of the friends who carpooled with me to Dyke March, someone approached me and said I needed to cover up.
Themocracy