protest + regular test

A couple things happened. Firstly, we went to the silent protest in San Francisco a couple mornings ago, to support a trans woman named Alexis Giraldo, who's suing the California department of corrections for holing her- a woman- into a men's prison, where she was assaulted. The nice thing about the protest was that everybody was supposed to wear red to show their support- but since it was a bunch of activists whose clothes are all black, everybody was wearing red & black: it looked like a white stripes video shoot! Nice.

Also, I mean, I guess red & black are the Official Colors of Anarchy, but whatever. White stripes. The only thing about the white stripes that's better than the doorbell song is that they still only dress in a couple colors.

Anyway, after that, Micah came with me for my driver's test, which I passed this time. That's nice, because I'm driving to Michigan on Friday. The test was terrifying and I borrowed Isla's car, which doesn't have power steering, so I think I got points taken off for turning smoothness, but whatever. I passed. (It's weird to use the word "pass" in a context other than, like, "passing for one gender or the other," but also really, really nice.) I get a license in the mail in a month and a half, and then I bring it back and say "please fix this goddam wrong name and sex marker."