Because I promised I would help a friend move, I’m not marching today. So I can’t speak to that experience, of what marching on the common would be.
I went to the local square to get coffee, and I couldn’t help but full out bawl in public. Mothers and daughters smiling and laughing and holding signs that say Love Trumps Hate. Groups of older women chatting with college-age women, all wearing pussy hats. Men–fathers, boyfriends, husbands, partners, friends, allies–walking and holding signs and being present. The subway stop being so packed that people were lining up on the stairs (which changed my mind about going into work this morning - my space on the train today can go to someone else who is marching). People not even bothering with the subway and just heading straight for the bridge to walk their way downtown. I’ve never, not once in three years, seen my square absolutely packed at ten in the morning.
I’m not marching today–though I wish I was–but even the little taste I got of the global movement happening today was overwhelming, and overwhelmingly positive.
And I think the thing that will stick with me the longest, as I stood staring into a packed subway car, and making my decision that today was not a day for work (obvious, in retrospect), an older woman inside the stuffed car turned over her shoulder to look at me. Her face was lined, wrinkled and framed by flyaway grey-white hair. She smiled wryly, eyes bright as she took in my expression as I wondered if I could squeeze into the car, and said:
“March to march.”
Suddenly I felt so young…so very, very, very young. How many marches has she been to, lived through. How many obstacles and barriers did she battle against and bruise herself with as she broke them down; how many nights did she lie awake angry or cry herself to sleep over the unfairness and toughness of it all. How many times did she wonder: am I doing enough? when will it ever be enough? will it ever end? How many decades of fighting, how many marches has she done so we could have this one, today–march to march–and yet here she is again. She is the reason I get to go to college, to study science. She is the reason I get to marry whom I want, or not marry at all. She is the reason I get to decide if I want children, and if so, when. She and all the women who came before me and fought for our rights are the reason we continue to march, because we all know our fight is not over. It never was over, not when feminism is still a dirty word to many, not when feminism for so many others does not recognize and respect intersectionality. In many ways–in frustratingly, disheartening ways–it seems as if this fight just beginning.
I know it is not. I know, because one old woman looked at me today, and said march to march. And I understood in a way I never had before. This fight has been going on for ages, but today, for me, it is only the beginning. Today is when I put one foot in front of the other. Not because I want to, or because I’m inspired. I will do it, because I need to. No more excuses. I do that, because then I am walking behind her. I am at her back, to support her and all she has done. I am at her back, so that one day, when she finally stops walking, there will others to take her place at the front. I can take her place at the front, and that starts today.
CHB organizing a Homecoming / Prom dance and Piper McLean (in complicity with Leo Valdez and maybe Jason Grace) campaigning for everyone to vote for Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase for ’king and queen of the camp’.
All to play a joke on them and see their faces of surprise when hear their names and have to be the first couple to have a slow dance.
-Omega couples arguing somewhat often but never having really serious fights because as soon as one of them realizes that the other is really upset, they shift into mothering mode and immediately start trying to make their mate feel better
-When Alpha couples argue it’s always a very loud and intimidating thing where they are both trying to make the other submit to them and most of the time it ends with the winner of the argument fucking and marking up the other because they feel the need to completely assert their dominance
-Beta couples arguing less than other same dynamic couples because they generally share a very close bond and find it difficult to do or say anything that could harm that bond
-Omega couples being insanely cuddly all the time and often enjoying cuddles just much as they enjoy sex, if not a little more so
-Male Omega couples always alternating on who gets to top, unless the couple has clear preferences on who takes on which role
-Alpha couples most often low-key arguing about who gets to top, wrestling around as a form of foreplay until one has the other pinned and impatient enough to agree to bottom
-Cute little Omega couples sharing all their clothes and often purposefully wearing each other’s sweaters just to stay close to their mate’s scent when they are apart
-Omega couples doing each others hair and makeup and filing each other’s nails and being so content to be able to tend to each other even in simple ways
-One Alpha getting sick and being too proud and stubborn to willingly allow another Alpha to take care of them, but their mate is also too stubborn to just allow them to suffer alone so they try to take care of them anyway. Attempting to feed them soup and impatiently trying to sweet talk them into taking their medicine because they know they can’t demand it without their sick mate becoming more resistant. And despite how frustrating they know it is for their mate to not allow them to care for them, they will be just as difficult when they inevitably get sick as well and it’s the others turn to play nurse
-Beta couples that enjoy people watching in crowded places and using their heightened sense of smell to try and figure out what people are feeling and then making up funny stories about them to make each other laugh
-An Omega couple hanging out with an Alpha couple and the Alphas low-key keeping an out to make sure no other Alphas try bothering their friends, and the Omegas knowing that their presence will keep other Omegas from approaching and flirting with the Alphas and making everyone uncomfortable. So it’s a really beneficial friendship for everyone involved
-When one Alpha is in rut the other willingly takes on the submissive role because despite having the urge to be the dominant one, they know exactly what the other is going through and they want to make things as easy for their mate as possible
-A kinky Omega couple whose heats have synced up so they hire an Alpha from an agency to “assist” them during their heat and happily take turns watching the other be fucked and knotted
That doesn’t mean that any of that is
unnecessary or doesn’t deserve respect. Quite the opposite.
All of these should be respected, should
be seen as something important to you and as a part of you, and discussions
about those subjects should be treated with care, so that you don’t get
insulted or hurt in the process.
But what really matters is you.
You are not your religion.
You are not your skin color.
You are not your gender.
You are not your sexuality.
You are not your disability.
You are not your mental illness.
All of these are a part of you. All of
these are important to you, and thus should be important to the people around
But never should you be reduced to one or
the other. Never should be judged only based on one of them. You should not be
thrown into the same pot with everyone else that shares one of those parts with
You are you, you are an individual, you
are a wonderful person, and you should be treated as such.