Pussy Power at Trump Tower Recap

When I got the invite from an old dive bar buddy Melissa for the Pussy Power at Trump Tower Protest I clicked “going” right away.

I accepted partly because Melissa is a cool chick who doesn’t seem to give a fuck what others think about her (which makes me trust her judgment).

Also because of my urge to re-appropriate the word “pussy” as a symbol of female power, of fierce wisdom. As opposed to its typical use as a putdown from one man to another denoting weakness or lack of courage. Plus I love to shout and heckle and doing that in a corral full of riled up ladies sounded like a blast.

Then of course there was that video of the Trumpster bragging about his adventures in groping.

All the elements felt right and ripe.

Pussy Partners & Signage

I didn’t know who to invite because I wasn’t sure which women (and men) would resonate, and which ones might feel uncomfortable if i put this in their lap. I didn’t know if the word “pussy” would offend my more mature (in age) students, or if it might make someone feel violated or exposed.

I was surprised and delighted when many of the positive responders were more mature in age. I felt validated and supported by those who have lived through much more overtly challenging times for women.

Leading up to the protest I was trying to figure out what I wanted to say with my sign and outfit. When I tuned in to how that video made me feel… When I tuned in to how it has made me feel the countless times that men have laid uninvited hands on me or spoken to me as though I’m predominantly a sexual object, the word “dignity” kept coming up.

When a guy does that to a woman, it takes away her dignity. It disrupts her ability to be her whole self. Her knees buckle, her voice starts to disappear. I remember one night I was coming home late and I was kind of drunk and a man groped me in the street and I literally couldn’t make a noise. No sound would come out. It was like a nightmare.

Anyone who brags about grabbing a woman uninvited, about taking another’s dignity like that, is a dangerous person to have as a moral authority. Not just for women, for everyone.

So I settled on a sign with Trump’s gropy hands groping naked post-pubescent colorless women and the caption “YOU ARE HURTING US” above. Then on the back it said “GROPE + BRAG = A WEAK MAN #PUSSYGRABSBACK”. Plus a presidential blue dress with “stay out” yellow tape around my pelvis.

Awesome ladies Debbie and Rene were planning to meet up with me ahead of time before trotting over to the Trump Tower. Debbie gave me the idea of the blue dress and looking presidential and had been sending me her clever sign concepts over the weekend. Rene is an artist who often features free wild beautiful women in her paintings.

I was nervous carrying my sign on the subway without any pussy posse protection, but mostly people just smiled and some cool older ladies wanted to take photos of my drawing of gropy “Orange Jesus”.

NYC Pussy Party

I gotta say, the protest itself was barrels of fun. The ladies there were laughing and chanting and complementing each other’s signs and chant ideas. There were also some guys who were totally welcome. A few Trump supporters trickled back and forth – one ceaselessly muttering about male supremacy.

My favorite chant that I started was: “when I say pussy, you say power! Pussy!” “Power” “Pussy!” “Power!” I mean, can you imagine anything more fun than call-and-response of that with hundreds of women at the toes of the Trump Tower?! Me neither.

As the day turned into night, city bus drivers and cars honked in support, countless video cameras and flashbulbs bounced around the crowd, a few groups of suited men rushed nervously past, and many random pedestrians stopped and took note.

My favorite moment was when a small cluster of teenage girls was walking past and as they took in all the signs saying “PUSSY POWER” and “RESPECT!” And “GET OUT OF MY CUNTRY!,” it slowly dawned on them what we were protesting. At first they shyly smiled and giggled, then they were grinning, then they were stomping their feet and pumping their fists to the chant.

It’s Hard (but worth it) to Care

It’s hard to do this kind of thing. It’s hard to stand up against something that makes you feel oppressed. It’s hard to show you care – because it makes you vulnerable to people kicking you in the heart and crushing your dream of having a private pussy. But fuck it, if you don’t do it, who will? I can handle a few trolls and haters if it means I’m helping empower the next generation of pussies.

So mad love to all the pussy freedom fighters that have come before. And high fives to the rocking cocks who treat women as whole human beings instead of items to be grabbed and bragged about. I had a blast. Pussy power 4evah.

(all photos mine except last one of me holding sign is from Gaby Del Valle at Gothamist.com)

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