It was a Sunday in an overwhelmingly Christian country but I could be active as an atheist anyway because this country has freedom of religion.
For breakfast I ate cheese that I bought while alone on holiday with my child last week. I am a woman but I can travel without my husband.
I went to a comic book bazaar after lunch and gave out a comic book that I had made in which I comment freely - exercising my freedom of opinion - about my neighbourhood, its past and present, including controversial themes. No one feels that it is not my place to do this work and everyone tried to give me money for my work, even though the book is free. A woman has the right to work. A woman has the right to earn money and to control that money. A worker should be paid for their work.
There, I met up briefly with a female friend on her way to a protest at a government building. She had no fear for her safety and was going alone with her handmade sign. Freedom to assemble, to protest.
Then I biked home - alone, across town, exercising my freedom of movement while being female - and ate the meal my husband had prepared for our family, after he had already spent the day at home with our kids without me.
Then he and I went to a dance performance in which men and women danced an interpretation of contemporary life that had not been reviewed or censored by government prior to performance. The dancers danced intimately, often dancing with different partners. (Not having seen dance in many years, it was just wow!)
The person on call to help our kids in our absence last night, in case something went wrong, is a female full-time journalist. Her husband does not “work”, though of course he does, as they are parents. But anyhow.
All of you who have read this far are exercising your freedom of information and your ability to read.
That’s all I wanted to say.
