#64 protest number three and resolutions

I attended the London SlutWalk yesterday and it was a lot of fun walking round the centre of London in my bra with the words FUCK SLUT SHAMING written on my torso in permanent marker. The speeches afterwards were incredibly moving and covered such a huge range of problems which exist today, at the heart of most of them lying gender inequality, but also transophobia, racism and homophobia.

I have convinced my parents to invest in a sewing machine so I will begin to make my own clothes soon. I have also started working on a zine idea I have so I can be the generic teenage champagne socialist feminist everyone hates. I am so insensible with all this because I actually have a ridiculous amount of college work on at the moment, for example the most important piece of coursework I will ever write.

My hair gets longer and my fringe gets shorter.

Also, I went to the National Archives to put my grubby paws on some Victorian documents and to trap cold germs into them since I was ill at the time. My life's activities seem to involve pond life of some description recently.