On my recent travels through Berlin in Kreuzberg, I was delighted to see a large queer contingent of activists and party-goers, underneath the aluminum foil blankets given to the children immigrants in cages, repurposed as poignant flags and reminders of the far right in America, bringing the global dialog to these locals opposing the German Nationalists. The commiseration of these gender-bending individuals was heartening, and by painting them I was reminded of my own youth and leftist activist leanings, stepping into the painting to be one of them, one of us.