Resting here after No Kings Day, I made two more little poppets. Approved by Sachs, director of quality control (for everything–he’s VERY judgy).
The Lancaster rally was wonderful! Liz Fulmer and Bumbada and Leo DiSanto and the Lancaster Justice Choir and Slap and The Infamous Unstoppables Drill Team and Drum Corps brought the energy. Great speeches, too.
No Kings in the United States! Build community. Love your neighbors. Create safe spaces. Protect each other.
Today’s Project was a couple more little dolls for the second set of ten.
I was going to make a new sign for tomorrow’s NO KINGS march:
TURN THE FILES INTO TRIALS
PROSECUTE THE PEDOPHILES
because I think it’s really important to keep calling for prosecutions. But I pulled out my signs from previous NO KINGS Marches, and decided to re-use the one from last time.
No King Any Time (A Side) and Nothing Is More American Than Rejecting Kings (B Side). I usually wear Weeping Liberty around my neck. George Washington was from NK1. I’ll carry my Wave Goodbye to the Patriarchy handkerchief.
I think it’s time to retell the story of Little Red. Mama warned her, as mothers must do, that wolves are dangerous, on the prowl for girls in the woods, insatiably hungry. Perhaps Wolf perpetuates his fraud, and devours Red and her grandmother. Perhaps he invites his friends, and they devour her friends.
Perhaps he even becomes the king of the village, with villagers celebrating his brutality, his cruelty, his power.
Then, perhaps, Red and Granny, and Goldie and Snow and Cinder and Rapunzel, trapped as they are in the belly of Old Wolf and his toady wolves, remember that they can breathe fire. Perhaps they send flames shooting from their mouths and they burn Old Wolf and his cronies from the inside out.
Perhaps all the villagers gather around, and see the truth of Old Wolf’s evil as the Maidens and the Crone step out of the steaming carcasses.
Perhaps the Patriarchy falls. Perhaps the Bad Men face the ruin of their own making.
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Today’s Project work: About fifteen rows of the first sleeve (third attempt). And here’s the thing: I already love what is happening with the color and texture.
Quiet Piggy Sit down Piggy I do not permit a Piggy to speak Piggies should be seen and not heard Shake it Piggy Bake me a cake Piggy
Awaken Piggy Make a break for it Piggy Stand up Piggy Speak out Piggy Sing Piggy Riot Piggy
Today instead of a gratitude list, I want to mark Trans Day of Remembrance, begun in 1999 by trans activist Gwendolyn Ann Smith to commemorate the murder the previous year of Black trans performer Rita Hester.
In the past three years, our community in Lancaster area has lost at least five young trans people to suicide.
Proportionally, more trans people lose their lives to violence than just about any other group in the US.
What can you do to create safe and brave spaces where everyone is completely free to be themselves and live their truth?
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