my whole life
Vincent Van Goat, from the Clackamas County Fair Goat Costume Contest. He won. I was so excited for him!
OH MY GOD
Who’s been taking photos of me?!?!?!
reblogging for our-girl-friday
Going on right now in Ferguson: Police are raiding a church that has been stocked with medical supplies, food, and tear gas recovery kits for community members engaging in protests. This cannot be allowed to continue.
Stand up, speak out.
When an undercover officer saw Monica Jones, a black transgender woman, walking down the street just a few blocks from her house, in an area that the officer described as being “known for prostitution,” that was enough to convince him that she intended to engage in prostitution. It was on that basis that he approached and stopped her.
In April of this year, Monica was convicted of violating this overbroad and vague law. Today she appeals that conviction, and the ACLU, along with other advocacy and civil rights organizations, filed a brief in support of her appeal.
We #StandWithMonica because transgender women of color should be able to walk down the street in their neighborhoods without being arrested, or worse, for simply being themselves.
When Walking Down the Street is a Crime. Chase Strangio, ACLU
Trite though it may be, I do sometimes thing I was born in the wrong era. I look back on the halcyon days before we slithered out of the primordial ooze and man, that would be the life
Sometimes I forget that the world doesn’t have a narrative arc, that things aren’t progressing towards a final climax and resolution with all the plots neatly resolved. I am sitting here reading the news, wondering when things will get better, but they won’t. Or, some things will, and other things won’t, and new things will go wrong while other things are lovely (and sometimes the two will coexist). It’s really unsatisfying, when I think about it