The crowd was slow to form tonight. At 7pm, there were only about a dozen people at Happy Hour. I wondered if the impending ceremony tomorrow had sadden regulars enough to not show up. It is precisely because of tomorrow that I arrived at Happy Hour at my usual time.
I spent the first hour and a half on a craft project. A friend brought poster board and markers to create signs for the march on Saturday. Thankfully they had a second piece. I thought up two sayings (for front and back) and set out to make my rally cries.
As people filtered in, the group swelled to close to its normal size. I saw friends, chatted, ate junk food, and finished my sign.
– TRANS FOLKS
– SEX WORKERS
With many of us now under the same roof, I was soothed by our collective strength. I was surrounded by my people. They were my people before November 8th, and they will be my people for many moons to come. Whatever happens in the next four years, we will have each other.
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