To feel shame and exist loudly in the face of it is a form of revolution.
To reject fear of rape, ridicule, harassment, and abuse – despite great volumes of evidence both personal and statistic validating this fear – is a form of revolution.
It’s a strange thing to inhabit a body that is presumed to belong to someone else, to have it claimed repeatedly and casually by utter strangers; to learn that my pussy belongs to whoever feels like grabbing it, and that my reproductive organs are to be divided up and shared among legislators –
To understand what safety feels like is a form of revolution.
I heard 3:33 perform at Junior High, my favorite Los Angeles DIY art space, the day before Trump’s inauguration. I was taken by her serene performance of an often jarring soundscape. You can hear more of her wonderfully bizarre, eerie, joyful, triumphant originals and mixes on Bandcamp.
