I’m only about 2.5 weeks post op, and I’m Not supposed to raise my arms anywhere near above my head– but marching with women for women felt like the best excuse to do so. (I only took off my shirt for this photo, I’m not completely neglecting my scars or healing).


1.21.17 women’s march on Austin

Austin, TX showed up today. I saw people of all identities coming together in solidarity, in ways we haven’t seen much of since this divisive election began.

I saw women of all ages. From my 16 year old sister, to babies in “future present” onesies, to elderly women telling me about the marches they walked in the sixties. I saw men supporting wives and daughters and men supporting women as a whole. I saw proud queer people chanting in the streets, I saw banners about birth control and immigration and trans rights and corruption, but most of all I saw Love.

These are some of my favorite shots from today. I only had my phone and it was hectic and there were thousands of people and signs to see, but here’s a glimpse of the support pouring through the streets of the Texas Capital. I plan to compile a vlog of the entire day because it was life-changing and inspiring and I want to share it with you all.

Keep marching, as long as it takes.

I wish I could march.

As a woman. Someone who is seen as small, who is passed over, overlooked and forgotten just because of what is between my legs– and what isn’t. I wish I could march for that.

I wish I could march.

As a daughter of a single mom. Someone who worked multiple jobs, never got any sleep and cried at night because she endlessly worried about the welfare of her babies … I wish I could march for my mother.

I wish I could march.

As a sister of a young girl. Someone who likes to draw horses and wear pink, who calls herself a tomboy and talks endlessly about the pretty girls in her class– I wish I could march for her.

I wish I could march.

As a victim. Someone who has been groped and forced down, forced into, hit, used and thrown away, left to think that maybe that was all I ever deserved– I wish I could march to prove them wrong.

I wish I could march.

As one of many. Someone who shares these stories with her sisters and brothers of different blood and tears– united by the red and the wet, hand in hand, stronger than ever. I wish I could march with you.

I wish I could march.

With my feet on the ground and my fist in the air– lips painted with nothing more than “fight”, I wish I could march today; but instead– I will let my heart march in my chest, and these words march on the page and my mind march day and night, thinking and dreaming and working through right and wrong.

I will march.

I will never stop.

I am with you all.

Today was magical af! I’m so proud to be a woman and honored to join the millions of voices around the world who are refusing to be ignored! 👊🏾🌈💖🗽🙌🏾🙋🏾💕📢✌🏻✌🏼✌🏽✌🏾✌🏿 #resist #notmypresident #womensmarch #wmla #lovetrumpshate #dtla #womensmarchla #riseup #womensmarch2017 (at Pershing Square)

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Today’s unity was incredible and it made me so happy to see so many people coming together and giving voice to what is important, our human rights. 

But we have to do more. We can’t just make signs and march. We have to call and be counted. 

Please call your representatives and senators and let them know what issues are important to you. 


Calls are more effective than emails. 


Can you believe I posted pictures of the Boston march (150,000 completely peaceful participants strong) on Facebook and some asshole I’ve never spoken to decided to come pick a fight with me about it? Did you know that I was what’s wrong with the world? Did you know that being a queer lady rape victim really upsets some dudes? Wow I do.

You guys, I hate internet drama, but I love my friends. Anyway, more pictures when I get home of much better, more worthy people than me.


I’m sure in those reading this are people who are from both trains of thought, unity versus resistance. I hope this is helpful for those who cannot digest why people reject the concept of unifying with the Republican party for the “greater good”. For those of you who are having a hard time articulating to your friends and family why what they ask of you is simply not feasible, feel free to share it with them.