|I need contact I need contact Nothing seems to please
||[Jan. 13th, 2017|12:11 pm]
Expatriated Zulu and Charming Negress
|||||Peter Gabriel -- I Have the Touch||]|
25 years ago I helped arrange for two busloads of women from Queens College to travel to Washington DC for the March for Women's Lives, on April 5 1992. It was an amazing day.
Unfortunately I won't be able to relive that experience on January 21 (though i did knit a swanky pink pussyhat in preparation). I'm having oral surgery a couple days before and I will be too wonked out on painkillers to be traipsing around the Mall in the cold. I bet I could navigate the metro from RFK to Lafayette Park, though.
I wish I was going. I wish so so much I was going. I missed the 2004 march too, because J. had his hernia operation and I had to stay home and nurse him. But we gave judecorp and her then-wife our hotel room so at least they weren't down two bodies.
I want to be around people who know that what is happening is not right. I need the contact.
I'm an agoraphobe, but some crowds I find great safety in.