I really enjoyed my time with the loving members of the Mojave dolphin protest. I hope to be able to join them again on December 6th with a new banner dedicated to Rascal aka Wizard, who died only 3.5 years into life at the Death Pool.
Please visit their website to find out more ways to help. Donations help them immensely, and their are petitions to sign as well as means to contact Mirage with a polite letter concerning their extortion of non-desert mammals.
For the sake of these dolphins in the desert, click here! At the very least, these pox infested sweethearts need the legal holding standards - for seas sake they don't even have shade from the desert sun!
Here I am, Gypsy, hiding hopeful behind my glittering sign trying to get attention for my friends. I'd slap my fluke on the cement to get people to look, no matter how much it hurt the bottom of my fin. It was hard to tell what tourists really cared from those that acted like we were scary spawns of Davey Jones, but the organizers earned $80 in donations. Next time I'll have a second sign urging pictures for donations, as each gathering takes well over $100 to prepare for. I wish I could have donated more than time, but I am a jobless mermaid at the end of the day.
A few children stopped to talk with me here and there or take pictures. I was shy for my first protest but entertained their questions and learned what more I should talk to these children about, however gently.
At the end of the day, my butt and fluke were nearly black from the harsh cement, and there's some fresh cuts on my tailfin as well that I can't heal, but I really enjoyed myself and wish to come out again and come more out of my clamshell. I, um... also learned to double check my bosom shells sooner than later, I forget how gravity works sometimes. And not to wear that headgear again!
Sea you on the next adventure,
Gypsy
