“I can’t even show my face in this photo. I can and will be legally fired with no legal recourse. I am Transgender. I am the 99%”.
In 38 states in America, it is completely legal to be fired simply because you are transgender.
if this isn’t reason enough to pause the hard and tireless fight for gay marriage and to instead put that energy into fighting hard and tirelessly for ALL LGBTQIA civil rights/equality, i just don’t know what is.
If you are a Fringe fan and you would seriously pick going out to see Twilight over watching Fringe live tomorrow evening, you need to have your head examined. That is all.
Note to Self is a performance that deals with gay, lesbian, bi and transgender people who have died due to hate crimes committed against them. Coble compiled a list of 436 names of these individuals, through research on various websites, news reports and official and unofficial documentation. The list started and ended with the word “anonymous” to acknowledge the many lives that were taken that my list didn’t include.
During a solid twelve-hour timeframe these names were tattooed, with no ink, onto the surface of Coble’s body. She had these names inklessly tattooed on her body as a reference to the brutality of these murders; many of the victims had slurs such as dyke or faggot carved into their bodies.
After each name was completed, a Blood Painting was made by pressing a sheet of paper directly against the fresh abrasion. These prints were then places on the walls of the gallery. As the list of name compiled on her body the same list was mirrored on the gallery walls.
The first three hours of this performance was open to the public while the last nine hours were webcast so the audience could watch via the net.
this is very cool
very brave art piece
And hows that going to help their grieving families and other victims? it isn’t.
Forgive me for reblogging my own post, but this seems to have attained many comments by people who have completely missed the point of Mary’s piece. Of course it will not bring the victims back to their families, but nothing can do that. It is simply an act of compassion, one human being showing love and empathy these people. It is a symbol of sacrifice, also, as by recording these names into her skin, the artist transforms what was originally an act of hate into an act of love, her body serving as a dedication, a memorial, and a reminder of the power of love and compassion.
(submitted by Rusty Shackleford)
That walk became a complete personal drama. Ulay started from the Gobi desert and I from the Yellow Sea. After each of us walked 2500 km, we met in the middle and said good-bye.