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Happy May Day!

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I wanted to share a couple photos I captured during the May Day march I went to on May 1st. I don’t normally take photos at marches and I didn’t have a fancy camera with me, but commentary I had seen on various social networks from friends expressing their apathy toward marching or protesting caused me to want to share a bit more.

Here was the event description…

We find ourselves facing unprecedented cuts to public services, including education and Social Security, increased poverty, homelessness, and ongoing attacks on people of color, immigrants, working families, women, students and our right to organize.

Our response to this onslaught against humanity is to organize and FIGHT BACK!!

People Over Profit!!
No Human Is Illegal!

We want to encourage everyone to come out this May Day and stand united for human rights and social & economic justices and demand for an Immigration Reform that’s just and humane!!


When: Gather at 2:00 PM; Rally at 3:00 PM; March at 4:00 PM
Where: O’Bryant Square- 9th and Stark.

Sponsor organizations (partial list): VOZ Proyecto de Educacion de Derechos Laborales, American Friends Service Committee, International Socialist Organization, Movimiento Estudiantil Chican@ de Aztlán, Interfaith Movement for Immigrant Justice (former ONSM), Portland Central America Solidarity Committee, Portland Immigrant Rights Coalition – PIRC, Portland Jobs with Justice, Comite de Solidaridad de Apoyo Mutuo, Oregon AFL-CIO, The Black Working Group, SEIU Local 503, Portland IWW, Oregon Fair Trade Campaign OFTC, Labors483.

If you’re not sure what some of those organizations are, I would totally encourage you to check them out!”

Anyways, here are the few photos I took…

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One thing I love about events like this is seeing people come together, peacefully, to talk about how to make things better. People from all kinds of backgrounds and consisting of such a broad spectrum of ages. There were speaches and performances as the people gathered before the march, opening statements (in English and Spanish!) made, and then the march began! The march itself was peaceful and it was a beautiful day to be out on the streets, visibly being a presence for worker’s rights. The end of the march was where it began, O’Bryan Square, where organizers had some closing statements and then opened the mic for peaceful and respectful spoken word from the crowd.

Here’s some media coverage of the May Day march…


For me, marching this May Day had a lot of meaning to me. It was about supporting my own rights as a working American. It was about being in solidarity with other workers around the world. It was about being visible, because being visible helps represent what’s important to me and the communities I organize within. It was about being in solidarity with other people who care enough about something in their lives that they showed up to participate. It was about continuing my journey in learning throughout this life by being around people I both know and don’t know while they are organizing, speaking, or just being visible in a space that was trying to be safe for that and bring people together.

I believe we all have something to learn from each other, but I especially want to learn from people who care enough to show up and participate. People who care enough to try to help. People who care enough to act. people who care enough to organize. People are very diverse and can accomplish a lot individually, but they also have so much strength and growth when working together.

One thing that I still find beautiful in this world is that, if there is something that you identify with or find meaningful, you can find other people who will share that with you and, if you’re willing to work together, you can build a community and try to grow together. Sometimes people disagree about what a community’s priorities should be, sometimes people clash, sometimes people are hurtful of even predatory. But, if the people who care keep trying to put aside their egos and keep trying to help each other, a community can go really far and the people within it can grow. If people stick around and keep trying to support and learn from each other, the community can grow. That is why there are so many millions of communities, because people are very diverse, so communities get more specific. I think it’s still important to go to the broader events, however, to keep reaching out and keep visible. If there is something you care about, I would encourage you to go to marches, to conferences, to events. Find the people who will care with you and who will work to make community so that each of us, as individuals, can thrive.

Well, gosh, I just went on, but these kind of things make me gush. I have had so many heartbreaking and inspiring experiences that have come from being an active member of communities and being an organizer in communities. All while also being a well-meaning, sometimes-clever, but-still-flawed person entering into all of it in my early twenties. So, I have come to some pretty strong conclusions about how much I’ve grown from all of it because I am really, truly, the happiest and healthiest I’ve ever been. All because of the time I’ve spent showing up , trying to step up to be there for others. It made me incredibly vulnerable, but it has made me work through so much. Anyways…

Speaking of community and labor issues, I should probably take this time to promote the next AmaZine Day! I am facilitating the readings during the next AmaZine Day, which is labor-themed, in honor of May Day. This is the poster, drawn by Matt and designed by me…

There are two FREE workshops and the readers will be Alex Wrekk (reading from some of her several writings about work experiences), Sarah Mirk (reading from “Rodeo City,” an article she wrote for Oregon Humanities). Aron Nels Steinke (reading from his comics extensively about working in teaching), and Sarah Curtis (reading from a new, original work).

One thing that is cool about this AmaZine Day is getting a chance, thanks to Sarah Mirk, to connect Oregon Humanities into the event. Oregon Humanities is a non profit that bring Oregonians together to share ideas, to listen, think, and grow. Oregon Humanities published and distributes a free, printed magazine, that pays contributors. Oregon Humanities recently awarded $87,870 in grants to 20 Oregon nonprofit organizations. We’ll have several copies on hand or attendees of AmaZine Day and we’re thrilled to highlight an article by AmaZine Day tabler and in such an awesome community project.

Check out the full info here… http://www.portlandzinesymposium.org/amazine-day/

If you want to sign up, the sign up was recently opened at IPRC and PBW.

This feminist believes people can just be better than that…

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So, recently, my partner Matt’s mom sent him these books….

I jokingly tweeted that Matt and Marco say, “We surrender!” (originally Marco’s joke), and posted this photo. However, it turns out Matt’s mom is reading my blog and internet stuff. And, more recently, Matt got this gem in the mail… tencommandmentsofdating

I am pretty sure Matt, Marco and I have already read aloud to each other more of this book than his mom read before sending it. Just in case, let me reassure you, Matt’s mom, you raised a much better son than what this book would like us to believe…


All men are not conniving and deceptive. Especially not Matt. He is one of the most wonderful, honest and sweet people I know. I love him.

Though he might lick the lint out of Buddha’s belly button to impress a girl, I don’t know.

But, seriously, I don’t think he’d become a Buddhist just to impress a girl. I think Matt is a more defined and self-actualized person than that. I know Matt’s mom is having a hard time understanding polyamory and sexual freedom, but I do appreciate that she loves her son and is reaching out to him.

It can be hard to see people taking a different path than yourself or that deviates from your beliefs, but just because it’s different, doesn’t mean it’s invalid. Just because we have more than one  committed relationship in our lives or that we’re open to, doesn’t mean our love for one another is not deep and meaningful. And, nonconformity can really be a saving grace, especially when popular books in Christian mainstream would encourage you to uphold and conform to certain types of relationships because,  based on your gender, you must be a conniving liar trying to get into any girl’s pants.

Further, I would like to put it out there that, for me, feminism is about understanding that traditional gender roles can hurt men who aren’t interested in those roles, as well as women and especially any other gender expression. Gender binary is harmful, and narrow gender constructs like what the Ten Commandments of Dating try to convince people about each other based on gender are HORRIBLE. Do we really want to tell men that they’re all conniving liars? And, if the authors of the Ten Commandments of Dating are wrong about you’re son, what else are those authors dramatically negative or completely wrong about?

I leave y’all with a few links on those ideas…

http://thefbomb.org/2010/05/how-feminism-helps-everyone-not-just-the-women/ http://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/five-ways-feminism-helps-men/ http://feminspire.com/feminism-its-good-for-men-too/

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April 16, 2013 at 3:07 pm

‘Tis but a scratch!

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So, I had an amazing day on Saturday at Bagby Hot Springs!

A friend with a bus driving license rented a small bus to organize the outing as a big group. The drive was fantastic, I brought Apples to Apples and we all played a 9 or 10 person game with a lot of giggles. And, of course, there were great views on the drive, rushing rivers, greenery, rock formations, etc.

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Once we got to Bagby Hot Springs, the hike in was beautiful. I could just not stop saying, “Wow, look at this tree fallen over!” Or, “Check out the way the moss in hanging!” Or, “Oh, look at the roaring water!” I was so happy to be hiking in, looking forward to the soak, enjoying holding the hand of a girl I am dating, both of us delighting in teasing a boy I am dating. Then snow began to fall and it was all just that much more magical!

We had a large enough group, that we filled up the one big tub. There were a couple people not in our group in and out and we got some interesting questions about how we all knew each other…

During our trip, however, one horrible and lame thing happened… I completely cut open my left foot! I think it was within the first hour of being there, the plug keeping all the nice, hot spring water in our group’s tub fell through. I tend to be spontaneous and adventurous, so, as everyone squealed about the water rushing out beneath us, I hopped over the side of the tub, off of the platform of the tub, and down to the rocks and water below. I grabbed the plug and made my way back up to the platform and the tub. Once back up, everyone was panicked, “Hey, you’re bleeding!” Another thing about me is that I have some weird hangups about being injured or sick, mainly, I hate to be injured or sick or fessing up to how bad I any condition might be. So, I laughed and tried to shrug it off as my gentleman friend began to cut a strip of fabric from his shirt to help my lady friend, who also happens to be a nursing assistant, bandage me up.

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I have no idea what exactly cut my foot. I had been walking in the snow barefoot moments before getting in the tub and then quickly jumping out to rescue the plug, so I had not even felt the cut happen and didn’t really feel it until, maybe half an hour later. My gentleman friend had the theory that I cut it on a metal hose clamp that was just outside of the tub, holding down the hose bringing in cold water to cool the tubs off, as he thinks he saw me bleeding on my way down to underneath our tub’s platform. The cut was very deep, but very clean, so that theory holds some water… (pun intended)

After I got all bandaged up, I got back into the tub, but kept my foot out… Well, really, I was rather horrible about it, as I was a little bit tipsy with friends and getting big endorphin rushes from that and the pain (and maybe silly from blood loss), but my gentleman friend kept reminding me and trying to help with me keeping it elevated and out of the tub while also having a good time with our group. I ended up bleeding quite a bit and, during a rebandage, my lady friend made it clear that, when we got back into town, I needed go to an urgent care facility. I hated this idea and asked if she though I could wait until the morning and just call a doctor friend to look at it. She insisted that, no, I could not wait until the morning because, after 12 hours, the skin would begin to die and I clearly needed stitches. She took a photo of my heel with her phone to try and show me how deep the cut was…


That photo was pretty persuasive. I am quite the lucky lady because I really did not want to admit that it was so bad, but she kept telling me I should go, that she was also worried about such a deep wound getting infected, and my gentleman friend was all worked up and worried, so I finally conceded that I would go to Urgent Care when we got back into town.

Once at Urgent Care, I was told I had to get a tetanus shot because of the likely possibility that I was, indeed, cut by metal. I was also told that I did, most definitely, need stitches. The nurse attending me at urgent care was very nice and sympathetic, he cleaned my wound, talked me through some things, etc. The doctor who came in later was a bit more cold, don’t get me wrong, still nice, but I felt a warmer vibe from the nurse. The doctor started to numb my heel with a surface liquid, then used a 27 gauge needle to inject a numbing agent into My Heel before stitching me. Oh, holy fuck how that hurt! I know the palms of one’s hands and feet are very sensitive, I have a tattoo on the palm of my hand, but this was a pain I couldn’t have imagined. I joked with the doctor that I should be such a baby, having a palm tattoo, and he reassured Me that this needle was much bigger and went a lot deeper. As his needle went in each time, I shuddered to My core and wept intensely, it was such a pain! He had to inject the bottom of my foot several times in different places, Then he began to stitch me up, checking in with me on each stitch to make sure I was still numb. Before his last stitch, he found a place that wasn’t quite numb (ouch) and explained to me that he needed to inject me with some more of the numbing agent, but he offered to get a smaller needle, a 30 gauge.  Well, thanks doctor! The smaller needle was less painful, but still shudder and sob inducing. The doctor cleaned me up a little bit and added a butterfly stitch for one part of the flap of skin that seemed too thin to stitch with thread.

Then, finally, the stitching was over! The nurse came back in, cleaned Me up a bit more, and bandaged Me up.

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Interestingly enough, I still had an wonderful day and the trip was still really, really fun. I have to give a big thank you to my lady friend and gentleman friend, they took such excellent care of me! I am not looking forward to the inevitable Urgent Care bill, but I am sure I will figure it out.

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April 4, 2011 at 10:43 am