Hrefna (DHC)
@hrefna@hachyderm.io  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago
Very few queer people took time out of their party weekend to join the protest, but local Fight for 15 members, mostly middle-aged women speaking in Spanish, gave speech after speech that moved me to tears. None of them had met their co-worker across the country; a few said they’d never met a trans person before that day. But they knew or had personally known the feeling of a leering, smug manager using his position to humiliate them in intensely personal, sometimes sexual ways. They shared their own stories about fighting a boss for their bodily dignity, connecting them to their disgust at the treatment their far-away comrade had endured. They knew whose side they were on, and in turn, I learned there were more people on my side than I’d ever imagined.
Very few queer people took time out of their party weekend to join the protest, but local Fight for 15 members, mostly middle-aged women speaking in Spanish, gave speech after speech that moved me to tears. None of them had met their co-worker across the country; a few said they’d never met a trans person before that day. But they knew or had personally known the feeling of a leering, smug manager using his position to humiliate them in intensely personal, sometimes sexual ways. They shared their own stories about fighting a boss for their bodily dignity, connecting them to their disgust at the treatment their far-away comrade had endured. They knew whose side they were on, and in turn, I learned there were more people on my side than I’d ever imagined.
Very few queer people took time out of their party weekend to join the protest, but local Fight for 15 members, mostly middle-aged women speaking in Spanish, gave speech after speech that moved me to tears. None of them had met their co-worker across the country; a few said they’d never met a trans person before that day. But they knew or had personally known the feeling of a leering, smug manager using his position to humiliate them in intensely personal, sometimes sexual ways. They shared their own stories about fighting a boss for their bodily dignity, connecting them to their disgust at the treatment their far-away comrade had endured. They knew whose side they were on, and in turn, I learned there were more people on my side than I’d ever imagined.
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