Since last night I have been harassed 6 times by men while waiting for and/or on the bus. I don’t know if it’s the amount of instances in such a short period of time but I am affected by this more than I ever have been. I feel powerless. To resist. To make it stop. To change the experience of this for other women. (What is to be done when our president boasts about doing the same thing?) I am currently on a bus headed to see two amazing women perform plays they have created themselves (@sporkalob & @memerosagarcia at @18thandunion). I debated not going because I honestly didn’t know if I could handle another negative male encounter. That made me feel weak. And I am not weak. Thinking of these two powerhouse women I knew I could be strong. I can hold myself upside down with my two arms and pull myself back over. I have survived worse, physically & mentally. I am not weak. Even though today I feel inconsequential. Broken. That will pass. As all feelings eventually do. And in the mean time. [So I can hold on.] I think of these Beyond inspiring women. And. I remember that I can fucking fly.