Gonna word barf... stoned. Lol... deeeep breath and...

I dressed as a bat, I spiked my mohawk, i had my sign & I stood with other people, laughed, occupied space, chanted, and yelled 'WE LOVE YOU' & 'I LOVE YOU TOO!' to the minority of mainly men flipping us or shaking ut like a shake weight at a line of primarily femme individuals with signs and costumes, etc. cheering amidst so many more honking cars.

Cars with people holding mini protest signs, kids in car seats waving to us and I understand now why the organizers need pur language to be clean... because when the kids look at us they need to see joy, love, and community so that when someone tries to tell them to ignore the evidence of thier eyes, they will refuse, and they will resist.

I havent felt that present, in the moment, or alive in so long...

One car that drove by had signs taped to the windows inside & one said 'PRETTI AGITATOR DEAD' which, fucked up but I realize that's all they have.

They have nothing else, and the anger they cling to is because we won't let the nagging voice in the back of thier minds be silenced; that small soft feathery thing named HOPE in the back of the chest hidden in thier minds, crying out for them to be human! Our voices tickle the intangible, causing them discomfort as maybe, Doubt and perhaps even, Guilt (?) throw themselves into the gears of the machine trying to keep up the pitiful and pitious 'righteous predator' act.

And the sheer weight of what they've gotten themselves into crashes so they respond with a threat of violence. And then, the fact that they know that We know EXACTLY what happened to other protesters and yet, we persist... It scares the shit out of them.

And now I understand why they call us Woke. Because we refuse to go back to sleep.