And so we wind down toward the end of another year; this will be the last diary column of 2015, and a number of the others will be very short. See, I really AM learning to relax a little. Tomorrow Grace arrives for a Christmas visit, and she’ll be here until January 3rd; that’ll be even more relaxing, because I really do miss her terribly and having her here (even for a little while) will be a great comfort.
SWOP Seattle held several events to commemorate the International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers; the vigil itself was the most meaningful to me, because as I wrote on the day itself I have never attended one before. The attendance was very good despite the cold and rain, and we walked across Pioneer Square under red umbrellas, with volunteers (including me) reading the names and ages of all the sex workers who died by violence in 2015, while everyone else repeated them in chorus. It was very powerful and moving, and I plan to attend every year while I’m here. But for the next couple of weeks, all the group activities I’ll attend will be with my friends and loved ones, and that is just fine with me. 