Fu tang in Oakland! (at Rock Paper Scissors Collective)

Cannot believe it’s only been 3 years since I started biking as my main form of transportation. Getting a bike when I lived in a two-bedroom apartment in Allston, MA drastically changed my life. Walking anywhere in Allston, no matter what time of day or night, garnered me sexualized and threatening street harassment every single day. It got to a point where I felt I had to plan around how I could get home safely or spend the night somewhere, and often I wouldn’t go out at all because I just didn’t want to deal with it. Biking was a personal revolution in my life. Suddenly, I felt free and empowered to go anywhere I wanted, for free and on my own, without fear of being harassed or assaulted. Three years later, biking still feels like an essential tenet of my life and I feel privileged and blessed to have a body and location that lets me do so pretty much every day. Bike life is certainly not harassment free (especially if we acknowledge hazardous and road-ragey drivers as harassment), but bike life does help me cultivate a deeper sense of agency. A big thank you to my bike and to people who’ve biked with me and a big hurrah to all the things in our lives that make us feel free and empowered.

That thing where Elisa and I bike to a pretty place and talk about smashing the patriarchy and femmephobia and other queer norms and end up taking photos with flowers. (at Oakland Rose Garden)

Bayard Rustin mural on a social services building in Richmond, amazingly

My initial reaction to the title is that it caters to the emotional needs of gentrifiers like myself, and I don’t love the reformist police department idea, but this piece is worthwhile.

via Ships in the Night.