Chants and people fill the streets, taking back the night. Protesting with people, filling the air with energy to bring change. The community felt among people who’ve been hurt, who have loved ones hurt by others. Being part of it, my voice raw from chanting and then going to a white, pink and blue room. The message is clear. Were here. We are queer. We aren’t going away.
A husk of binary colours, on a podium cast there and empty. Shallow promises of tolerance. Stripped down to the pink and blue, it tells me we are more than the sex we were assigned. Fruity armour its called, like casting off one’s armour to be truly vulnerable, allowing oneself to shed the strict and rigid binary society has placed upon us and transition into another society. One of tolerance and acceptance. One where we can be who we are without fear of violence, without the shame and anger.
There were many emotions when I first walked into this space, I was not able to identify at first but it was powerful. To see such bright and loud pride. Something moved in me and brought out my own sense of pride. Here is a space I could be in. A space where I was myself. Not whom I presented as – woman – but my full non-binary self. Someone who could work past the shame and anger imposed onto me by society. Someone who can correct people when they call me the wrong gender.
We are like trumpets in a corner, pushed there by people who cannot accept, who will not accept, so swept in the corner making our cries of protest. As if we cannot be heard. But we are being heard. Every time my friends use the right pronouns. For every ally we have against every enemy.
Sex Magick Warriors: we fight for the basic human right to exist. To be who we are. On this planet as a fellow human being. The torch passed down from our trans ancestors who were buried in life and in accomplishment. This torch has been passed and carried for as long as humans have been. Flickering but always there.
Like what is shown in the video, which is the exhibition’s main piece, I’m inspired to keep that torch burning for my trans and non-binary siblings. Keep it going for the next generation to take up and run with it. To keep it running until we finally can just be. Live as we are, in the end that is all anybody wants. So why deny us this? Why deny people the right to be themselves when we ourselves are not hurting anyone.
It will take a lot of magick energy to change the minds of those who do not want change. But change is happening every day. May it be the leaves in the trees and the air in the sky, nothing stays the same, as does society, and we must use our energy for the better of our society. Our energy has linked us all with the mutual suffering, our mutual loves and our mutual resilience. We are here, we always have and always will be.
Elyse is an artist who enjoys being around cool people, animals and working in their studio.They are also at their peak when the fall colours show on the trees.