CONTENT: includes sexual harassment/assault, slut shaming, transphobia, Christianity •
Tonight I’ll be loving this flesh shell that so many people have shamed and covered, commented on without permission, touched without permission, restricted, and punished. My dress code violation act is angry, vengeful, irreverent, sad, and sexy... just like me. It’s for my ex who was embarrassed of my “inappropriate” and “provocative” red crop top (spoiler alert: I’m wearing it in the act). It’s for the churches I grew up in that told me “not to make boys stumble” by having visible bra straps. It’s for the school admin who told me my clothing was in violation of dress code last spring, after I introduced myself as a guest speaker. It’s for the woman who, when I tried to report a sexual assault, told me “women don’t hire strippers unless they want extra services.” It’s for my Alma mater @azusapacific
that continues to oppress students’ trans and queer bodies. It’s for someone being told to “put their boobs away” at work. It’s for the person at SF Pride who told me he “almost just grabbed [my] ass” (and for @teasesandties
who told him she’d gouge his eyes out). It’s to reclaim some space at DNA Lounge after a man cornered me behind a merch table, hand down his pants. It’s because I’ve been having dreams almost nightly this week that I’m being sexually assaulted. It’s for Dr. Ford, Anita Hill. It’s for a loved one who was recently told by an older man that he thought it was “really hot she was reading in a bar.” It’s for my friends who are grabbed in bars, followed home, swung at on BART, yelled at from cars, misgendered by Lyft drivers, sexually harassed at work, slut shamed, victim blamed, fetishized, gaslighted, told they’re in a phase or confused, interrupted, co-opted, belittled, told they’re too angry or aggressive... I could go on. So many of us have bodies/existences that are constantly surveilled and regulated and picked apart - I’m talking about trans folks, brown and black folks, undocumented folks, queer folks, women, youth. •
I love this silly, fragile, resilient, naked old thing. I don’t need permission, make my own decisions... it’s my prerogative.