We had a great last night sneaking about in snow covered Olympia.
We paid another visit to the bigots over at the Mormon Church. We covered their building with messages in spray paint, such things as "there is no sin in your desire", "love who you want to love and love how you please", "sex is fun! It's not shameful", "queer and trans insurrection" and many, many, many, many others. We also left them a surprise, it's a pretty big one, we think they'll notice it within a few days.
The Mormons are an atrocious bunch and, well, it just felt amazing to fuck up their holy place, especially on an early Sunday morning with the snowflakes glistening in the street lamps. They have been so active in suppressing their flocks sexual urges through instilling bankrupt ideas of morality and shame, we hope that a few people read that and went home to commit loving acts of sodomy.
We're also pretty fucking fed up with the way those Mormons have been giving us queer and trans people so much shit, they treat us like we're some sort of plague that they need to quarantine before it spreads. When actually this plague is something innate in us as humans, you can't quarantine us, cause we already exist inside of everyone. We are desire, we are freedom, we are acting on urges and possibilities, we are passion, we are a break from the routine, from the expected, from the drudgery, we are the nibble on your earlobe, the sex in the forest or the kiss under the stars. We are sexy, sexy, anarchists.
Around the world people are breaking away from their dreary slumber, rejecting the tediousness of their boring lives and finding meaning in attacking systems of misery. Let this be a call out for more actions, bigger ones, and bigger still. We want nothing from their world to stand, we want to create our own world, where everything is possible and everything is permitted.
We did this in solidarity with those sexy Greek rioters we've been hearing so much about. Damn, those kids really know how to turn us on, they get us all warm inside on these cold winter nights. We wish we could grab a few of those Greeks by the balaclava and just... well you know...
More attacks to cum.
An underground cell of Bash Back!