Remembering the 2015 Amnesty X Colour Youth IDAHOBIT kiss-in action outside the Greek Parliament
[cw: brief mention of s*i /d**th] Before anything else, this is particularly emotional to me because the person I was kissing for this action is Emily Voukelatou, not only a dear friend, but also an incredibly perceptive and necessary intersectional feminist & trans woman that was soon-after (and now long-) dead. Her femifesto-of-exiting included these words now forever haunting a deep layer of the building blocks of values and duty: "there is no place [not even] within the LGBTQI community for people utterly destroyed by violence." There is no place . I clumsily but vulnerably lament about her here (about losing her, about our shared internalised death drive: about the duty to stay, and about the duty to forgive those who won't). Here is a video capturing the action, and I am also talking a bit about it on behalf of Amnesty (and I radiate so much joy to be among some of the coolest people I know, being in community , doing important work). Note that the guards ar...