This week’s update is going to be very brief. I could not attend on Friday, and I had to leave early on Saturday. However, I finally have an epic photo to share (for the first time in weeks!)
The only feedback I’ve received about Friday was that despite the presence of a pro-life posse of nearly two dozen bodies in total, there were new demonstrators present with our regulars; and nothing unusual, creepy, unsettling, alarming, or upsetting happened. Everyone was safe and had fun. Shouldn’t that be the way of things at a peaceful demonstration for bodily autonomy?
As for Saturday, there were only two pro-life demonstrators present. We received the typical random bursts of discontent and scowls from a marked minority who were too afraid of being challenged on their shit to stay within ear shot, and they were gone as soon as they finished expressing their fucked-up gender politics (as usual). We were joined by a number of new demonstrators again today (one of whom is artistically gifted, and made a beautiful painting of a uterus for their sign). What was confusing was that a number of people who apparently support our side, in passing vehicles, shouting out their windows. I couldn’t tell who was in support of us and who wasn’t, because typically this is the modus operandi of someone who hates us but wouldn’t dare say it at a red light until right before the light changes again. So I might have said “fuck you!” to the wrong person. My bad.
Apart from that, our demonstration this week was surprisingly peaceful. And I am grateful for that, given that I have officially and completely lost my housing, and am now circulating between temporary overnight arrangements for the time being, until I can once again find my own home (and I’m hoping I can hang on until one becomes available in this neighbourhood). It was nice, just for a change, to just not be yelled at, badgered, threatened, and sexually harassed, for taking a stand against slut-shaming and rape culture. And even though I left early on Saturday, it seems our old friend Roger (who a passerby referred to as Rush Limbaugh and demanded that he go home) took my departure as his cue to leave. So perhaps I didn’t miss anything, and for just one week, we created safety in a space that has been violated by people whose rape culture, sexual harassment, and slut-shaming can just stay home.