Nano Count: 0 (I'm waaaaaaay behind). I think I really will do a poem a day.
Hello gals, my date went well. I'm seeing him again tomorrow. Not really sure how I feel about him yet, but I like him well enough.
Yesterday was the All Souls Procession in my hometown. Tens of thousands of people sh
ow up for it. It's a self-made parade, more or less, of people marching in remembrance of people who have died. People paint their faces to look like skeletons. I marched with my dog's leash in memorial. There were many personal alters and large memorials to groups that have died such as transgender murder victims, People who died from AIDS, and wolves killed. Some people made giant puppets too. There were musicians and dance groups who brightened up the procession, which felt appropriate because I don't believe that the dead are gloomy nor do I believe that the living should forget to have fun. In the end it felt like I was invited to the biggest, coolest party in my city. Here are some pictures my friend took. The one to the right is me with my face makeup.
I think that the procession started as an observance of All Souls Day, which is a holiday in Mexico, by Mexican-Americans. It's evolved into it's own event and has a lot of Pagan influence. It's still an event that is meant for communion with the dead. It's not the same All Souls that is celebrated in Mexico, much to many people's chagrin, but not mine. :)
Time for sleep! Goodnight ladies.
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