After ten years in the game, ten yeas with ACT UP, Planned Parenthood, NARAL and Community for Nonviolent Social Action, after marching in San Francisco, and marching on Fort Benning twice, I finally feel like I got my activist cherry busted. I can finally say that I have marched on Washington.
The first thing you realize when you go on a cross-country road trip with a busload of women is that there is no such thing as a “men’s room.” All truck stop bathrooms are officially unisex. Nothing like whipping in out in crowed room full of feminists…