the witchhunt

I saw a poster online, of one of the many #womensmarches around the world, that said something along the lines of "We are the granddaughters of the witches you were unable to burn.” Damn yeah.

 

(I wish I had gone to one of the marches. The closest to me was in Porto, but my weekend was set to be in Viana and I managed to spend most of the day moping about not going. My heart was there, though, and with all my friends around the world who marched for equal rights, for respect and for the right to our own bodies, amongst so many, many other issues. My heart and my pride go out to those who went, and those women and men who, much braver than I’ll ever be, fight every day to make equality come to fruition).

 

Done