For the first time in a long time I wasn’t wearing jeans and a band shirt that was 2x my size. I wasn’t working so I was not wearing my Interpreting “uniform”. I wore new colorful fishnets a friend gave me. I wore my pleather shorts I love. I felt comfortable with how I looked and felt in the outfit. I felt good inside my own skin. I was going to see a band I’ve supported for 4 years. A band that always made me feel safe. I still grabbed a jacket because I was afraid of being downtown in a crop top. I love my city but that doesn’t mean I’m not afraid. Walking around to pass the time men kept yelling at me to get my attention. I was scared and felt unsafe I went to the coffeehouse until it was near time for doors. I’m lucky to have been with a friend who understood why I felt unsafe. Inside the coffee house doors I felt safe. Walking back to the venue I was afraid and anxious. Inside the venue doors I felt same I was around people who gave me my first home and safe place at local shows. I can’t believe this was something I had to write but do not harass people. It took a lot for me to be comfortable wearing this outfit and some men tried to take that comfort and power away from me. I dress for me- not for anyone else. Thank you to Craft and Common coffee house for being a safe place for me to hide.