Megatron is sitting on a bench nearby, wearing a bikini top, a denim skirt, and her skates; her red hair is in two buns on either side of her head. She’s painting the pink-white-and-blue trans flag on another woman’s arm; three more women are standing in a line, waiting. I catch her eye; she waves at us, giving us a knowing grin. A couple of girls I recognize from the last Riot Dykes rally pass the bench and glare in Meg’s direction, their eyes trained on the telltale body paint. She doesn’t seem to notice.
Melanie gets pulled into a powwow with the other two lawyers that are marching today. All the marshals are mutilating their purple uniform T-shirts, so I borrow a scissor and cut the sleeves and crop the bottom and slit the neckline so it will splay open and show just the very top of m
