I'm writing this in November, which is very far off from when this event took place; but I've been thinking about Take Back The Night because of a fiction project I'm working on, so... might as well, right?
Back in April (4/5/2024), WSU's Women's Center and LGBTQ+ Resource Center, back when they existed (state legislation disbanded them this past summer; they're the Safe@Weber Center and student advisors now, I believe; I'm not in touch with many students anymore), organized their annual Take Back The Night event. I had a history of helping out with preparing for it, but never actually attended. I never had the time or bravery. It takes me a lot of wherewithal to think I belong anywhere. If I'm not helping, I don't think I'm allowed to exist in a given space-- even if that space is meant, in large part, for me. I didn't like to use the lounge space in the Women's/LGBTQ+ Center, either.
To feel burdensome, though, is a great burden; and it wasn't possible that night, not with so much to do. I got on the bus, headed in, and grabbed the absolute wrong shirt. Dear god, I do not speak Spanish; why did I grab the shirt written in Spanish? (The woman who translated it, Pam, did a phenomenal job and was super proud of herself; and I do in fact still have it.)
It went well, though; and it went fairly smoothly. We got everything organized and set up, made some new signs to add to the volume of those we hung on the walls, and handed out tasks; and I joined Jessica, my advisor, at the LGBTQ+ Resource Center's table for the majority of it. We also (the two of us and a member of admin for the centers) helped lead the chants for the actual march, which was neat! You'd think marching band wouldn't come in handy, but it... for sure does. In real life? In real life.


