Today I'm 36, and I'm feeling the weight of time on my shoulders. I would never be able to explain this to my 20-something self, the way time feels more finite now than ever before. I've seen a lot. I remember the Gulf War. I remember when Princess Diana died. We watched in horror on the tv in my high school as two boys my own age in Colorodo shot their classmates down. I was between classes in college when the twin towers fell. I've also seen the first black president get sworn in, the Me Too movement, the legalization of gay marriage, and a tiny step forward towards the acknowledgement of a transgender person's right to be themselves. But positive change isn't moving fast enough. Just the other day I saw another maker who had a quote and the name from a convicted rapist on a shirt she was selling. When I told her, she decided that she liked the lyrics too much to be bothered that they came from someone who had sexually assaulted a woman. At first I thought "she's in her 20s. She's just a baby." But fuck that. She's a grown woman. Do you know who's a baby? My not yet 3 month old daughter. And if I want to see the world change for her before I die, then I have to stop being afraid to speak out. I'm too old to worry about backlash. I lived through being poor and hungry. I lived through sexual abuse. I lived through foster homes. I've watched my father die. I can handle it.