Ma Min-ji

The Hundred Squares: "No more delays," the cry of citizens echoes from the lives of those barely holding out against discrimination and hatred. Struggling with diverse identities in their daily lives, citizens reflect on the meaning of "discrimination" through their own experiences and testimonies. They question and reflect on what is needed to eliminate it and speak out before the camera. The Blooming Equalities: discrimination law that has been on hold for 20 years. A lawyer, a researcher, a religious figure, a writer, and an activist stand in the square again after a year, and, in this time of rampant right-wing extremism and hate, they speak of an anti-discrimination law as "the right answer to ending the insurrection, the last line of defense for human dignity, a current that can no longer be held back, a square that cannot at all harm families, churches, and the nation, and a place where the voices of the less fortunate can be heard."

After the wave of #MeToo movement stories from various circles, did sexual violence survivors return to their normal lives? Finding the new 'normal' is now in the hands of those individuals. Even though the cases were closed, their memories always take them back to the past. Blighted by violence, their bodies stiffen up even with little touches. From getting out of bed, taking a shower to leaving the house, everyday is a battle with themselves. While many survivors feel they're body still remain in the past, dance therapists, choreographers and feminist activists have gathered and plan a movement workshop for trauma recovery. They feel their fingertips again and they move their toes. They re-experience inhaling and exhaling in a safe place. To survive this moment, they move together, and they prepare themselves for a return to daily lives.

After the Gangnam Station Toilet Murder Case in 2016, my friends and I started a new campaign by moving from the labor movement to the women's movement. We make Flaming Feminist Action projects that promote feminist movements with women's bodies and sexuality, such as "Liberation of armpit hairs" and "Liberation of nipples". Four years after our feminist manifesto, we open the diary of those four years that were hot, bitter, and damp like a sweltering summer.

My mother, who cherished me as her late-in-life daughter, passed away from COVID-19. Among her belongings, I discovered a note hinting at adoption, setting me on a journey to uncover the secrets of my birth. Another identity, another name. Surprising revelation of sisters despite being the only daughter. The harsh reality of being abandoned by biological parents just for being born without balls. In an instant, the beliefs I held as 'truth' collapsed like dominoes. I split from my long-time boyfriend and faced gender identity confusion. It hit me hard that my dreams of a conventional family were more hers than mine. In all the chaos, I admitted to myself and fully embraced my identity as a queer. With my non-binary partner, I discovered a newfound sense of love, building a family that feels authentically ours.

My parents were real estate developers and dealers in the 1980s. They achieved the ‘middle class dream’ thanks to the development boom. However, the Asian financial crisis swept everything away.

The Hundred Squares: "No more delays," the cry of citizens echoes from the lives of those barely holding out against discrimination and hatred. Struggling with diverse identities in their daily lives, citizens reflect on the meaning of "discrimination" through their own experiences and testimonies. They question and reflect on what is needed to eliminate it and speak out before the camera. The Blooming Equalities: discrimination law that has been on hold for 20 years. A lawyer, a researcher, a religious figure, a writer, and an activist stand in the square again after a year, and, in this time of rampant right-wing extremism and hate, they speak of an anti-discrimination law as "the right answer to ending the insurrection, the last line of defense for human dignity, a current that can no longer be held back, a square that cannot at all harm families, churches, and the nation, and a place where the voices of the less fortunate can be heard."

After the wave of #MeToo movement stories from various circles, did sexual violence survivors return to their normal lives? Finding the new 'normal' is now in the hands of those individuals. Even though the cases were closed, their memories always take them back to the past. Blighted by violence, their bodies stiffen up even with little touches. From getting out of bed, taking a shower to leaving the house, everyday is a battle with themselves. While many survivors feel they're body still remain in the past, dance therapists, choreographers and feminist activists have gathered and plan a movement workshop for trauma recovery. They feel their fingertips again and they move their toes. They re-experience inhaling and exhaling in a safe place. To survive this moment, they move together, and they prepare themselves for a return to daily lives.

After the wave of #MeToo movement stories from various circles, did sexual violence survivors return to their normal lives? Finding the new 'normal' is now in the hands of those individuals. Even though the cases were closed, their memories always take them back to the past. Blighted by violence, their bodies stiffen up even with little touches. From getting out of bed, taking a shower to leaving the house, everyday is a battle with themselves. While many survivors feel they're body still remain in the past, dance therapists, choreographers and feminist activists have gathered and plan a movement workshop for trauma recovery. They feel their fingertips again and they move their toes. They re-experience inhaling and exhaling in a safe place. To survive this moment, they move together, and they prepare themselves for a return to daily lives.

After the wave of #MeToo movement stories from various circles, did sexual violence survivors return to their normal lives? Finding the new 'normal' is now in the hands of those individuals. Even though the cases were closed, their memories always take them back to the past. Blighted by violence, their bodies stiffen up even with little touches. From getting out of bed, taking a shower to leaving the house, everyday is a battle with themselves. While many survivors feel they're body still remain in the past, dance therapists, choreographers and feminist activists have gathered and plan a movement workshop for trauma recovery. They feel their fingertips again and they move their toes. They re-experience inhaling and exhaling in a safe place. To survive this moment, they move together, and they prepare themselves for a return to daily lives.

After the Gangnam Station Toilet Murder Case in 2016, my friends and I started a new campaign by moving from the labor movement to the women's movement. We make Flaming Feminist Action projects that promote feminist movements with women's bodies and sexuality, such as "Liberation of armpit hairs" and "Liberation of nipples". Four years after our feminist manifesto, we open the diary of those four years that were hot, bitter, and damp like a sweltering summer.

My mother, who cherished me as her late-in-life daughter, passed away from COVID-19. Among her belongings, I discovered a note hinting at adoption, setting me on a journey to uncover the secrets of my birth. Another identity, another name. Surprising revelation of sisters despite being the only daughter. The harsh reality of being abandoned by biological parents just for being born without balls. In an instant, the beliefs I held as 'truth' collapsed like dominoes. I split from my long-time boyfriend and faced gender identity confusion. It hit me hard that my dreams of a conventional family were more hers than mine. In all the chaos, I admitted to myself and fully embraced my identity as a queer. With my non-binary partner, I discovered a newfound sense of love, building a family that feels authentically ours.

My parents were real estate developers and dealers in the 1980s. They achieved the ‘middle class dream’ thanks to the development boom. However, the Asian financial crisis swept everything away.