i read these stories every day. sometimes just a paragraph, sometimes post after post. i like thinking about her, and all her strong friends who i have and havent met, rather than fixating on how i felt when i found out what had been done to her, or the images that have been running through my head when i start thinking about all the wounding that friends and i have been forced to deal with.
most times when i read these posts, i think about a characteristic of sally that i hadnt turned over in my mind a million times over the past month.
who loved her thumb tattoo? that little tree was the best.
and im so happy that she got to ride trains with a group of ladies. that was definitely a recurring theme in our conversations: how awesome it would be to be in a big crew of ladies riding trains across the country together.
practicing how to say 'no' and sharing our strategies to deal with men's entitlement issues was another ongoing conversation.
being mostly sober and making sculpey jewelery at a party while other folx got wasted... she made HUGE slugs that i worried wouldnt cook through to the center, but looked rad anyway.
we affirmed each others suspicions that joan jett singing 'crimson and clover' was, well, pretty much one of the hottest things ever.
i loved talking with her about being really weird kids growing up.
talking about wearing makeup, then not wearing makeup so much.
talking about families, how to come to some understanding of and mutual respect within our own, when it is worth it, butterflies over taking that step.
i also remember her passing by a punk show where some friends and i were, and her trying to get me to give it up that evening and go square dancing instead...
i loved running into her unexpectedly, sneaking up on me at food not bombs, walking around town, busking.
getting a letter on the shittiest day of the shittiest month of the year in pdx that came in a golden wrapper and was decorated over every square centimeter with her drawings and words.
getting an email "ill be there TOMORROW! in 4 hours!" etc.
on and on.
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