Allison M.

A crossdresser's thoughts on life, fashion, fabulousness, and… oh yeah, dressing up!

Allison’s day at the march


My previous post was rather obliquely about the Women’s March that occurred here in Madison last Saturday (January 21), but… wait, you thought the only Women’s March occurred in Washington last weekend?  I’ll just presume you weren’t paying attention to the news, because in nearly 600 locales here in the United States and worldwide, millions of people took to the streets to highlight very important issues in society, including but not limited to health care, environment, and women’s and racial issues, as well as stand up to the very ugly, hateful, and misogynistic culture that the new leadership the U.S., fronted by a certain thin-orange-skinned leader, is so easily propagating.

And with Madison having a long-held reputation of being progressive and standing strong for progressive causes and issues, it was only natural that those here in Mad City would hit the streets and march on the same day as those in D.C.  And, yes, I wanted to take in the experience, camera in hand.  I have to sheepishly admit that, for one, I did not have a sign or bullhorn or even a knitted pink pussy hat; I am one to snap lots of photos of big moments for not just personal memories but to share to the world (as you’ll see below).  I also must admit that I did not dress up as Allison, for reasons I alluded to in my previous post.

Nevertheless, being at Madison’s version of the Women’s March was an electric experience.  And it began with me spending too much time on my computer Saturday morning.  Yeah, I have a nasty habit of relaxing and working on my laptop computer a little too much on Saturday mornings.  But I finally did shower up and headed out the door around 11:30AM.

It was during that drive to the march downtown that I saw the first indication of just how electric this event and this day would be — virtually every bus stop I drove past each had several people, more than even a usual weekday.  And most of those people were carrying some eye-catching, ready-for-marching sign, outfit, or pink hat. (Pink was a big color at the march.)

Seeing all that volume at the bus stop was a harbinger of something else — downtown parking.  I wasn’t surprised that lots of parking spots would be occupied downtown.  I didn’t realize that the big volume would actually lead to something I have never recalled seeing before — signs of “FULL” illuminated on one City of Madison parking structure after another.  True story:  At first city parking lot I tried, the “FULL” sign was lit; but the driver two vehicles in front of me, either not noticing the sign or being patient enough to wait for a newly opening spot, kept hitting the “take ticket” button hoping for the gate to rise up.  Something tells me they were impatient. ([nasal, impatient voice] “Somebody better call someone to fix this thing; it’s not giving me my ticket.”)

From the time I first hit downtown, it took me nearly a half-hour, and several tries to find a lot that wasn’t “FULL” or an open street spot that didn’t have restrictions, before finally finding a reasonable spot.  Sure, it was on the other side of the State Capitol as the rally, and it was a little more expensive than a city parking lot, but, hey, it was there and it was available. (Side note:  It was a privately-maintained lot; that’s probably why it was more expensive.)

I hightailed it from the parking lot to the west side of the State Capitol, where Capitol Square meets State Street and where the march would meet its rally point.  Already, there were a few people who beat the rush… er, were among the early arrivals to the rally point.  Among them were someone blasting thrash metal rock on the PA system (Ugh! My ears!); folks just having friendly conversations; and a few holding sings, among them these two:

Just a mother and child with a sign, you may sneer?  Well, before you could say, “Clear a way!” more people came…


And more…

And more…


And more…


And more!  Now, don’t go underestimating the Madison march (or any other march last weekend for that matter) by the handful of photos above or below.  These are only a small sampling of what was a big, big, BIG turnout!  How big?  Madison Police estimated that between 75,000 and 100,000 participants marched down State Street.  Sure, other, bigger cities had more attendees (D.C. and L.A to name two), but it’s darn cool to know that Madison’s was on par the likes of Oakland and St. Paul and Denver and Portland.  It should be noted as well that the march was long:  I didn’t see the police vehicle marking the very tail end of the march until 2:30PM… and even then, the vehicle was only halfway up State Street.

(Oh, a side note:  The police reported no arrests in relation to the march.  That’s right:  None!  We were certainly a well behaved crowd.  Heck, the only time I saw a cop round up someone was when one took a family picture.)


But, of course, the volume of people didn’t matter as much as the volume level of people, if you know what I mean.  There were bullhorns and chanting…


And speechifying at the rally point…

And, yes, signs.  Lots and lots of signs.

Not to mention pink.  No, it wasn’t a uniform color on the day, but pink had a noticeable presence.

But above all that… heck, even above the fact that people were having a good time and commiserating and all that… the Women’s March in Madison proved that people here in MadTown still give a damn.  Just as each and everyone of us are unique, so, too, are the reasons we marched:  Health care.  Women’s rights and treatment.  LGBT rights and treatment.  Treatment toward other cultures, other nationalities, other religions.  And others too numerous to mention.  (True story:  One marcher had a sign that read, “Too many issues, not enough sign.”)

I’ll embed some of my remaining tweeted photos below, and, again, they’re only a small sampling of the images and moments I captured (any more and I’ll risk going over my WordPress file limit).  But I will close with this:  This was only one day in what will be a long, hard battle against what is nothing short of pure evil.  Those who now lead our country will stop at nothing in their truly shortsighted attempts to curb our freedom and liberties.   But we must stay strong and stay united, lest those who now lead us will divide us.  Keep up the fight and keep defending what is right, on Women’s March Saturday and every day these next four years, and love and respect will prevail.

Author: Allison M.

A part of the trans community ("cross-dresser" is the term that applies to me) who finds themselves much more expressive and somewhat more confident when presenting in a feminine persona. An admirer and supporter of those who are fashionable, fabulous, and friendly (LGBT or otherwise). Someone who tries to be witty and unique, but is not even remotely perverted or a pariah (I am a real human being, just like you). Using various writing styles on this blog to communicate thoughts and feelings concerning my life experiences, fashion sense, and the world at large (and maybe impressing my high school creative writing teacher who deservedly gave me middling grades).

6 thoughts on “Allison’s day at the march

  1. Sounds like a good time! I see it that it was raining that day? Still, the people came and represented themseves, which is really admirable! I ended up not going to the Women’s March in Paris (the closest one to where I live), but I still support the cause. Definitely a good way to voice our opinions against Trump, to show that we won’t make these next four years easy for him.

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    • Aside from some drizzle between 1PM-2PM, it wasn’t raining, though the damp feeling in the air was noticeable (the week was foggy and warmer than normal in Madison).

      Yeah, Madison has always had a politically progressive reputation; proof of that was the pro-teachers union protests at the State Capitol 6 years ago, which went on for days. So it’s no surprise that we’d take a stand against not just one person but the hateful, terrifying culture we’ve now lurched into. Rallies such as this are only the first light into this dark period.

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