Shoutouts on International Working Woman’s Day

Shoutouts to all the incredible femmes, women, girls, trans women, non-binary friends, and all folks still working through their gender I know.
Shoutouts to the strong as fuck trans women on the frontlines.
Shoutouts to the Black and Brown girls who day after day keep showing up for liberation.
Shoutouts to all the indigenous women with their sleeves rolled up, who acknowledge the work we must do to protect our water and earth.
Shoutouts to the undocumented women, to the bravest resistance and freedom fighters I’ve ever met.
Shoutouts to the incarcerated women, to the ones working to shut down the prisons we’ve trapped them in.
Shoutouts to the high femmes kicking more ass in heels than I ever could in my combat boots.
Shoutouts the fat girls in short shorts who flaunt their bellies in acts of fierce rebellion.
Shoutouts to the sex positive women, the sluts, the sheroes who keep having to repeat themselves on where the fuck to find the clitoris.
Shoutouts to the timid and shy women, the introverts and awkward ones, who quietly never stop working for justice and never want the spotlight.
Shoutouts to the boys wearing cute summer dresses, the men who wear makeup when they get home from work, the ones still figuring out their presentation.
Shoutouts to the gender rebels, the masculine ones, the drag kings, the badass studs and butch women who have become forces to be reckoned with.

Shoutouts to the sex workers, the dominatrixes, the submissives, the sexual laborers who fight a stigma created by the same men who request their labor.
Shoutouts to the witches and herbalists channeling the sacred and divine feminine.
Shoutouts to the physical and mental healthcare workers devoting their lives and their sleeping hours to keeping us healthy.
Shoutouts to the ones fighting for reproductive health access, for free pap smears and birth control, for abortion care and compassion.
Shoutouts the musicians facing the male dominated industry and winning.
Shoutouts to the women in tech who keep going to work despite the misogynistic industry standards.
Shoutouts to the manual laborer women who face the same shit, but break their bodies in the process.
Shoutouts to the teachers and librarians and educators who commit their lives to inspiring the next generation of femmes and women and nonbinary kids.
Shoutouts to the writers and poets and artists keeping our hearts full and our heads clear.
Shoutouts to the revolutionary mothers who somehow keep the world together when the rest of us struggle with remembering to eat and shower.

Shoutouts to the Deaf girls, the disabled women, the neurodivergent nonbinary kids, the autistic girls, the mentally ill women, the women who are told their chronic pain is somehow less than.
Shoutouts to the breast cancer survivors redefining beauty in a world that commodifies our curves.
Shoutouts to the rape survivors relearning to live in their bodies and working to rebuild their hearts and trust despite the statistics.
Shoutouts to the drug addicts struggling to stay sober, to the drug addicts not ready yet to get sober, to the women who are told their addictions are unbecoming and fighting their darkness regardless.

Shoutout to every single goddamn woman who’s ever breathed fire down the neck of this fucked up world.