My experience with my lingerie play
So I try not to make myself the center of attention. It’s the reason I don’t go onstage. But Diana Oh’s my lingerie play is important. It’s confronting street harassment, sexual assault, and abuse. It was on Upworthy, for chrissakes. So I said screw it and do it, and signed on to get down to my lingerie for installation 5 of 10.
I spent some time before the meeting in Union Square at Starbucks, trying to focus myself, and of COURSE some dude tried to chat me up and just KEPT TALKING no matter how much I ignored him. More motivation.So we moved to Union Square, and once we set up in our soapbox line, we stripped. This was the scariest part. Sunglasses on, shoes off, step up, go. I tried to meditate. We stood for 3 hours, mostly silent (except to answer questions).
All the bags had the same message on one side:
“I respect myself
Please respect yourself
Please respect others
Please respect my body
Please respect me”
The other side had personal messages about why each person was participating.
People talking with their kids about what we were doing.
A mother who sat with her son, talking about us and about consent.
They disappeared and came back with two cases of water. He went down the line and gave everyone bottles.
A girl who didn’t say anything, but walked down the line reading and tearing up.
Talking to an old Brazilian lady who said “I came to America because I thought it was better for women. I am upset but proud of you.”
The fear that my bag would be stolen.
Soon replaced by the fear of my ass being photographed. I was unsettled every time I heard a shutter behind me.
The man who started doing push-ups in front of us, yelling catcalls, and then, when quietly asked to move, said he wasn’t being respected, an ironic word choice given the situation.
I didn’t realize you were participating (or what it was) but this is incredible. What an achievement!