Bodyworkers for Social Justice

Once upon a time I cared what people thought.

Once upon a time I felt that politics were personal.

Once upon a time I thought it was ok to give people a chance.

Once upon a time I thought people looked out for each other.

Once upon a time I thought people had my back.

Well now, I don’t care what people think

Well now, I can share my politics

Well now, people waste their chances

Well now, I look out for myself and my people

Well now, the only people who have my back have had it for decades

I used to think professionalism meant keeping my opinions to myself, but I don’t anymore. my clients know who I am and how I feel. I remain respectful but maintain and explain my opinions. I have friends to the left and to the right of my politics and listen to their opinions as well.

But that doesn’t mean I need to keep quiet anymore.

My political party was said aloud at the poles once again. I was furious the first time it happened. I was mad when the old man quickly glanced at my choices as I tried to submit it for the second time. This time I was done. Our country has a history of bullying at the poles. They don’t know that I may have to argue with about a dozen people tonight because “oh I heard you were there, voting for the dems again”. Good thing I’m not scared of a little bullying and a little conflict.

But I may have lost a client over it. There are plenty of people who choose their businesses over one opinion or another, and this one was supposed to be sacred.

I’ll leave it at that for now.

Just know, I wasn’t overreacting in 2017, my pussy hat was silent, I lost my voice from the screaming. When I get my voice back, it won’t be a kitten’s purr, it will be a lion’s roar!