This week I’ve been able to see close friends every single day since getting home from Chicago on Monday. That in and as of itself has been lovely; but what has made it even lovelier has been a strengthening or broadening of the bonds with them. The Chicago trip, just as the Durango trip aContinue reading “A week of strengthening & broadening bonds”
Tag Archives: travel
Travel solo to explore or escape?
[Content warnings: loneliness, sorrow, loss, breakups, death of parent.] Traveling has always been part of my life: it was something we did with my family of origin; then, I also started doing it with the families of my best friends and, eventually, just me and my friends. Technically, the first time I traveled by myselfContinue reading “Travel solo to explore or escape?”
Wanderlust
I just got home from a week’s trip and can’t wait to leave again. My autistic burnout is making it really hard to travel at the moment, especially when it involves driving (like this long trip, driving ~400 miles each way across several mountainous areas), but my love of traveling is deep, an essential part ofContinue reading “Wanderlust”
Tu vas me manquer, dude!
[Note: This entry will be very long, and partly flow-of-consciousness. This is probably a piece that will eventually, hopefully, go into my memoir. So please read with sympathy and feel free to comment as long as it’s gentle & constructive feedback.] “Elle parle Français et beaucoup d’autres langues!” my French buddy cried after the pairContinue reading “Tu vas me manquer, dude!”
It gets more terrifying for trans people every day
[Trigger warning: transphobic measures] Trans (as well as nonbinary, gender-nonconforming, and intersex) people are being stripped of their human rights, daily, one move at a time (& this latest move affects me directly, in a terrifying way, both for my passport and for my CRBA): “… According to the new memo, passports and Consular ReportContinue reading “It gets more terrifying for trans people every day”
Close but not too close and often not close enough
Once again the topic of male closeness. Yesterday, I finally climbed again with my first climbing partner from Colorado. We met almost two & a half years ago, through my Italian climbing buddy. I’m not sure what to make of J. or of our relationship. The first time we met, we were the two onlyContinue reading “Close but not too close and often not close enough”
The Little Prince and the Fox 