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Cake day: June 9th, 2023

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  • It’s definitely shitty and stressful a lot of the time that’s for sure…

    The air is changing in the area (especially compared to when I was young) in a good way but the ones that have shitty views are getting more blood thirsty in how they talk. The youths are getting more progressive here, hell I was getting ice cream with a boyfriend a few months ago and we overheard some teens openly talking about being queer. When we were that young we wouldn’t have dared to do that fearing for our lives.

    If shit does hit the fan (like we do fear) at least my friends and found family have plans for how to make it out the other side alive. And hopefully inspire others to continue the fight no matter the odds.





  • Unfortunately I know people who literally talk about how they’re “just waiting for the orders” anytime queer people, homeless people, liberal politics in general come up.

    It’s an incredibly shitty feeling. Going through life knowing that there are people literally down the road just waiting for the chance to brutally murder someone for loving someone.

    And I live in the US in an area commonly referred to as a blue state. Literally on the border of a major metro area.





  • NGL aspects of my current life were merely dreams to me a decade ago.

    The novelty of having running water on tap will never get old to me, or having a hot shower whenever I want, or a fridge to keep food in.

    Of course there’s also aspects that make me feel like I’m living in the horror of how things could be. I find myself waking sometimes wishing to have what I had then, even if it meant losing everything I have now.

    Letting my reality be wiped away like the sleep from my eyes just to be back then to have what I lost.

    But of course even those years back then (and before) weren’t great. In fact many of them were so terrible that to this day (at over 30) I keep a small light in my room so that when the PTSD kicks into over drive in the night I can quickly figure out where I am to quickly ground myself in reality.

    The horrors persist, but so do I. For how can I can the jewels of life unless I continue the search?



  • I hike a lot and yeah soggy socks suck but the level of suckitude isn’t high enough to overshadow the bliss of a rainy hike. But that’s living in the PNW, you either hike in the rain or get used to not hiking for 4 - 6 months out of the year.

    ‡ I’ve had a fairly tame year in terms of hiking, I’ve only done about 350 miles since January. I should be able to pass 400 before New Years if the chaos of the year levels out a bit but given we’re heading into the holidays, I’m not going to hold my breath.


  • There’s a special bliss from camping in the rain, hiking in the rain, and just standing in the rain.

    It’s hard to capture the feeling in words really but I’ll give it a try.

    The calming drops dancing their frigid feet on your skin as you spread your arms and turn your face to the sky, washing away your worries with each cold step on your eyelids. The drumming of the rain on the canopy above sauntering into your body, shifting it to the rhythm. Calming bliss flows through your body from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. You are there, right then, alive.