Today I participate in Blogging For Human Rights Day, sponsored by the Ella Baker Center for Human Rights, a one day blog carnival to shed light on human rights abuses and victories here in the United States. December 10th, Human Rights Day, honors the adoption of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
Blogging For Human Rights Day asked for stories of human rights abuses as well as stories of the brave activism of DREAMers across the country. Today, I focus on the DREAMers.
I want to talk about an incredible project working to empower individuals worldwide to pledge individual commitments to contribute to world peace.
A Big Project’s event occurs on December 20, 2012, as an online broadcast bringing together Nobel Peace Prize winners, established and emerging artists, leading activist organizations, corporations and people around the globe. It will be broadcasted on more than 3000 websites in 150 countries.
I love it because while it is such a huge project, it is meant to work in small scale. The thing about human rights violations world-wide is that it can be really alienating and frustrating that there’s nothing we can do individually to make a difference so we often default to nothing. But by reaching out to individuals and harnessing the power of each person to commit to do something to help life change, all across the globe, the world really can change.
This video is a great summary of what A Big Project is doing:
The project asked people from 97 countries the same four questions and looked for the places that the answers overlapped.
What would you NOT want to continue from this world?
What WOULD you want to continue from this world?
What could people do differently now to help us get to that better world?
What is one thing that you will commit to do differently now to help us get to that better world?
The three words that came up over and over again were “Help Life Change,” which is the message the project is focusing on to solicit art and music contributions and individual messages for their December 20 event.
From the website:
Be a part of this historic effort! Participate in one of the following three ways…
1. Click here to make art or music that will be featured live on December 20th.
2. Click here to create a 30 second message about what you are doing to make the world a better place.
3. Watch the live broadcast on Dec 20th and submit YOUR commitment to making the world a better place.
I received another good question in my Tumblr ask box from Fuck Yeah Femmes about how it is that I am able to go camping at Michfest and maintain my fabulousness. (Trust that the original question was far more articulate but Tumblr deleted my ask box contents recently.)
That is a really good question. I’ve actually had people reference me before as an example of someone who doesn’t appear to maintain the rugged exterior of a stereotypical camper but who does enjoy it. Like everything in life, I’ve found camping is exponentially better when I do it with the courage to be myself at all times.
On October 11, 2009, I competed for the title of Miss Lez 2009. The pageant, founded by the legendary Murray Hill, is "a wildly provocative, insane, jaw-dropping alternative beauty pageant for queer womyn that blows the lid off of 'gender representation' and shines the spotlight on New York’s underground queer scene." It was an honor to represent my favorite clothing store as Miss Re/Dress NYC. It was also really fun to use my art and my extensive wardrobe (I didn't buy a single new outfit for the pageant) to express myself in this unusual performance art format.
Since the contest I have received numerous accolades for my performance and requests for the written version of my pageant platform. I don't like to disappoint, and thus I present unto you, gentle readers, my pageant entry.
So about four years ago I started flipping out about my eggs. I was thirty. Everywhere in the media people talk about how as you age your fertility becomes non-existent. Suddenly I was aware of this ticking time bomb in my gut and I wondered if it mattered if I ever did anything about it. I had heard all those stories about Martha Stewart’s daughter trying to get knocked up and her foreboding warnings that women should not forget about their waning fertility. It was one of those worries that was at the back of my mind. Something I consider now recreational stress, but I used to partake in that kind of stuff a lot.