My photography skills are non-existent and this was the only red-ish piece of clean clothing I had…

images in mirror not as dingy as they appear

…but I set vanity and aesthetic standards aside so as to participate in this event today.  I didn’t have a blog at this time last year, nor a phone with a camera in it, nor a camera.  Nor any desire to have my picture taken.  Still without those last two, but that’s off topic.

I feel a little bandwagon-y about this post, in that I wanted to do it because I saw requests for people to participate, but also I feel fuzzy-headed about how/if my participation is connected to my own commitment to and involvement with movements to end violence.  I feel like it comes pretty easily to me to love the hell out of women one-on-one, and please do not make a sex joke right now cuz I’m being serious.  I feel like I’m good at that, and I don’t mean that arrogantly, I just mean it’s my experience that when I go with my instinct to love and support somebody out loud and directly, it seems to have the effect of them feeling loved and supported directly.  The reason I feel a bit at a loss around movements and participation in events like this one is that I don’t have much experience at all with working in community with others to do…really anything that I can think of.  Let alone activism of any sort.

So part of why I’m wearing red today is to give some thought to all of the above.