SlutWalk was, first of all, amazing. I'm so glad I went, despite being very pouty and annoyed that morning over my oven that was refusing to work. I almost wanted to stay home, but then remembered that I'd blogged about how I was going. So... I got up, put on my Rosie the Riveter ("Yes we can say no!") outfit, and headed over.
It was such a great experience. Men, women, cross-dressers. People wearing pasties and not much else, people wearing normal everyday clothes, people covered from head to toe. Right before we were getting started, our police escort left. But we marched down Manchester anyway, albeit sticking to the sidewalks.
It wasn't a big ordeal. I doubt if there was any coverage on it besides from the RFT, but it was something. A start. And besides, it was certainly a fun way to spend a Saturday morning with friends.
So here's a first set of my pictures from the day. More will come soon.
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| Katrinia Dohl, protector of SlutWalk |
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| Not even sure if they were there for SlutWalk or not, but... their shirts were awesome. |
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