I’m still coming down from my protest high and really thinking about how crazy it is that these winds…they are a changin’! Here in Texas, the winds are almost 50mph today. Speaking of windy…

I met Wendy Davis yesterday! #brag #butsrsly I’ve been talking about right-place-right-time kinda stuff, and here I was meeting her in Texas when I was supposed be in DC. I had a place to stay in DC and all the things lined up to make the trip and then I wound up in the Emergency Room with a potential uterine infection two days before I was supposed to go.


Why in the hell would my body do that to me?! And on the first day of the semester?! Welp, turns out, no uterine or blood infection. Whew! But I DO have several hemorrhagic cysts on my ovaries.

Yeah, my exact thoughts too:

Alternative facts, my ass.

So, yesterday, as a part of my mental preparation for attending the Women’s March in Austin, I decided to jot out my list of reasons for #WhyIMarch as I sat in a breakfast cafe and counted the number of old white men that filled it. (There were 19 patrons in the entire cafe, including myself. Eighteen of them were old white men with some form of grey, white, or balding head and a variety of facial hair representations.) I sat alone at my table in Trump’s America still feeling terrified and shaken from the jolting message, written by Steve Bannon, that I’d witnessed at inauguration the day before.

I wrote them in no particular order.

I want to thank everyone everywhere in all of the world that marched on behalf of me and my children and my neighbors and my neighbors’ children yesterday. I cried a lot. I cried all over Wendy Davis. #brag

I now have hope where I was beginning to feel none.

Okay, without further ado:


Because I am a survivor of child abuse

Because I am a first generation college student

Because I have benefited from Planned Parenthood’s services

Because I spend more than 30% of my income on housing

Because I have been denied healthcare

Because I am a single mom

Because I am a teacher

Because the time is now to do what’s right

Because I am a survivor of domestic violence

Because I have had a miscarriage followed by an abortion procedure

Because I know my rights

Because I know my privileges

Because I know his privileges

Because I am a survivor of sexual assault

Because I was born to a teenager

Because I can

Because I did not have childcare assistance

Because of foreign interference

Because I said NO

Because voting is a right and not a privilege

Because of food insecurity

Because I am bisexual

Because I have been denied employment

Because I have been denied access

Because ketchup is considered a vegetable in schools

Because I did not have paid maternity leave

Because of bathrooms

Because others cannot

Because I have been sexually harassed

Because there was not free pre-K for my children

Because there is a product that exists called “sexy revolutionary war costume”

Because I was born into poverty

Because this is my body

Because climate change is real

Because it’s being taken away

Because of our morbidity and mortality rates

Because of human rights

Because of inequality

Because of the river

Because of justice

Because of democracy

Because of clean drinking water

Because of the school to prison pipeline

Because he has grabbed pussy


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