No thanks, Liz Krueger. Your "Equity Act" isn't Equity or Decrim. It's Murder.

Hey Alexi Meyers, you never returned my calls. Now I know why.

I came of age in the late 80’s where first-wave neoliberalism and promiscuity burned into my cells in a melty mess of lace, spandex and pop music. I gyrated to Madonna for hours after school, bouncing with the heat of virgin prayers in my dirty tween mouth smeared with sweet Dr. Pepper lip balm. My arms were thick with stolen bangles from Woolworths. Ma…