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rktsaturday, i did the choice march marshalling thing.
was initially frequently redirected by the po-lice, who had altered the route's course a few short hours before commencement.
i took pictures. including one i'm sure won't come out of a counter=protester wearing a shirt that said "intolerance is a beautiful thing".
there was writing on the back, but my hot pink shirt made it hard for me to sneak up and get close enough without the po-lice shooing me away.
(nevermind that my intial assignment was to re-direct the crowd from engaging in any sort of interaction with the antis. this was verbotten by new york's finest. it was almost comical being shoed to one spot only to be sent back to a different place.
in the end, i ended up getting cut off from my group because, while my back was turned in day dreaminingess, a barricade was erected.
sigh.
and then i burned my shoulders and tummy.
but the experience fucking rawked. people kept walking across the bridge for forever. and the rally was stellar.
and i didn't die. just almost.
also, apparently my roommate was there. i didn't see him, but he saw me.
i ended up skipping out on sunday's march/rally. 86+ weather with 86+% humidity does not bode well for my fragile cockamamie body. the only reason i survived saturday was i kept my body pumped with the free Venus Water. i worked sunday morn. and just recovered at home rather than venture into the crowds (crowds don't work for me, either). part of me regrets not going. but considering possible panic attack, definite migraine, and chance of arrest that, if discovered by my employer could land me without a job but without unemployment checks, i can't say i completely regret my decision.
i did land myself in one pro-kerry discussion that i disappeared from.
i'm ^not sorry, but not being bush isn't enough of a reason to get my vote.
i'll probably add more to some of the above at a later date.
was initially frequently redirected by the po-lice, who had altered the route's course a few short hours before commencement.
i took pictures. including one i'm sure won't come out of a counter=protester wearing a shirt that said "intolerance is a beautiful thing".
there was writing on the back, but my hot pink shirt made it hard for me to sneak up and get close enough without the po-lice shooing me away.
(nevermind that my intial assignment was to re-direct the crowd from engaging in any sort of interaction with the antis. this was verbotten by new york's finest. it was almost comical being shoed to one spot only to be sent back to a different place.
in the end, i ended up getting cut off from my group because, while my back was turned in day dreaminingess, a barricade was erected.
sigh.
and then i burned my shoulders and tummy.
but the experience fucking rawked. people kept walking across the bridge for forever. and the rally was stellar.
and i didn't die. just almost.
also, apparently my roommate was there. i didn't see him, but he saw me.
i ended up skipping out on sunday's march/rally. 86+ weather with 86+% humidity does not bode well for my fragile cockamamie body. the only reason i survived saturday was i kept my body pumped with the free Venus Water. i worked sunday morn. and just recovered at home rather than venture into the crowds (crowds don't work for me, either). part of me regrets not going. but considering possible panic attack, definite migraine, and chance of arrest that, if discovered by my employer could land me without a job but without unemployment checks, i can't say i completely regret my decision.
i did land myself in one pro-kerry discussion that i disappeared from.
i'm ^not sorry, but not being bush isn't enough of a reason to get my vote.
i'll probably add more to some of the above at a later date.
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Date: 2004-08-31 03:46 pm (UTC)i appreciate your offer.
but there are some (looking up sideways at the ceiling) who kinda' like sucking the cock at times. and we're perfectly decent.
i'm afraid this place just might secretly be one of those places.
i need something much more diabolical.
and by diabolical i do mean wicked.