There were a lot of reasons to be pissed off. This was the invitation to bring that fire and turn it into collective power. Pissed Off Moms gathered in the grass to feel our sacred rage together.
Violist and pleasure activist. Led the body of the gathering — the breath, the sound, the moment we all let go.
Photographer. Held the camera as a form of art activism, making sure the moment survived its own night.
