D.C. Bound

I am headed to the Women’s March on Washington (WMW) this weekend.  While I generally go out of my way to avoid crowds and seek quiet places,  I need a little hope right now.  So I’m going way out of my way and out of my comfort zone to stand in solidarity with over 200,000 marchers who recognize that defending the most marginalized among us is defending all of us.

From the WMW:

The rhetoric of the past election cycle has insulted, demonized, and threatened many of us – immigrants of all statuses, Muslims and those of diverse religious faiths, people who identify as LGBTQIA, Native people, Black and Brown people, people with disabilities, survivors of sexual assault – and our communities are hurting and scared.

All are welcome.  Here’s more information:


I’m mostly marching as an ally.

But I am also marching as a queer person.

Last summer I was locking my bike in Copley Square when this guy pointed at me and yelled, “That’s a fucking dyke right there.”  I looked up and he was all, “what the fuck are you looking at?!  I hate fucking dykes” and it went on and he spat on the ground everytime he said the word dyke.  I was frozen.  He got more aggressive yelling and threatening me.  I finally unfroze and realized I should stop staring at him like a deer in headlights and get away from him.  Many people walked by and did nothing.  I pulled myself together and quickly walked away half trotting.  Ironically I was on my way to BAGLY, a local LGBTQ Youth Organization I’ve been volunteering at for the past 6+ years.  I was very shaken up and grateful to have that community to go to in that moment.  This was a pretty isolated incident for me.  While I can barely use a women’s bathroom without being told I’m in the wrong bathroom, and while I do experience a range of micro aggressions on a regular basis, it’s rare that I have experienced such outward blatant hate.

Ultimately I recognize that I have a lot of privilege.  I’ve learned a lot from working with queer youth many of whom are black, brown, trans, poor, homeless, disowned, 1st generation immigrant, etc…

The biggest thing I’ve learned from doing youth work is that privilege is power.  Some of us have more, some of us have less.  The point is what we do with it.  I don’t want to be a bystander while the most gruesome parts of history repeats itself.  

4 thoughts on “D.C. Bound

  1. Tam, it’s brave of you to share the deep, honest parts of yourself online in this way. I appreciate your insights and am so glad you’re part of my life!

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