We’ve been drafted to fight in a war between good and evil. 

We’re not just the army, we’re the fight itself. We’re the people of color. The women. The non-binary. The queer. The immigrants. The assault survivors. The disabled. The environmental advocates. And we’re currently fighting for our lives.

But if we have to go to war, we’re not going unprotected.

We’re going dressed in chainmaille. Draped in metal plates with two words stamped deep: “Fuck. You.” A message to our enemies and a reminder to ourselves: the rage we’ve directed inward is being returned to its rightful owner. We’re entering the arena wearing headdresses made of scales. Revealing to our opponents that when they called us snakes, they created dragons.

Despite this display, it will be our enduring humanity that disarms our rivals most. Our radical authenticity that exposes them as cowards. Unyielding self-respect that reclaims our authority.

It's more than a simple accessory. We're empowering soldiers.

Creating armor for those who dream of vulnerability.