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Friday, May 01, 2015


We went to the May Day march.  I carried a sign about trans lives mattering.  We saw some friends and heard good speeches, not too long and not too many.  We chanted and marched--I only lasted a short distance, in the heat and flip flops.  But I'm glad we went.  It was all very heartening.

A journalist for the Las Vegas Review Journal briefly interviewed me.  I'm afraid I had nothing insightful to say and don't trust journalists anyway.  She took my picture too.

We estimate there were 175 people.  One of the speeches was entirely in Spanish.

Que queremos?
Cuando la queremos?


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