I got this super sweet Kitten Pits patch from sissies-rule ! I love it, and i love my kitten pits.
no justice without love
"Without justice there can be no love." -bell hooks
Sending out a call for every woman to be the Cunlovin' Ruler of her Sexual Universe!
I am an anthropology/sociology major at Green Mountain College.
I am looking for people to meet up with / travel with this summer on the north east coast / Canada, if you wanna hang this summer (maybe partake in some activism!), message me!
Sorry I haven’t been posting anything lately. I have been having beautiful adventures with a hobo boy I have fallen deeply in love with. But he just left last night to go west to bring in the pot harvest…so I am back to being bored and lonely which means I’ll at least be posting things more often! :P This summer has been incredible. Can’t wait for December when he comes back…hello, international rainbow gathering in the Mayan ruins!
I did shrooms last night with my amazing hobo man and we had sex and it was the most incredible thing I have experienced in my entire life. It was pure magic. I wasn’t just making love to a human body, I made love to his entire being, his soul, the sky and mountains, the dirt and rivers. I figured out the universe. THAT is what life is about.
(Source: wickedglamclown, via chasingthegreenfaerie)
I excitedly packed my backpack to go to the Rainbow Gathering with this amazing sweet boy I’ve been seeing and eagerly waited on my front porch from 5pm to 9:30 pm waiting to see or hear from him. He just told me he left a while ago and forgot to tell me there was no room. Hippies are so scatterbrained :( I feel so let down…
Some people I know are leaving for Rainbow Gathering tonight. I suddenly decided I should skip my Zappa plays Zappa concert and go to Tennessee on a 10-12 day adventure in the woods with people I’ve just met. I have nothing packed and am in no way prepared for this. Isn’t life wonderful?
I wrote a poem today about my summer thus far. Everything written here has actually happened to me these past few weeks.
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summer—
a time for whiskey adventures in forests with
strangers—wonderful strangers—
skinny dogs, steel guitars and empty bellies.
sleeping in concrete basements, one shoe on. snuggling with a nameless
drifter who sees the universe in your face.
laying in warm dirt by a muddy river, drawing patterns on the earth
with grubby fingernails—pausing to swig warm ale.
sitting on stoops with vagabonds
plucking at banjos—sipping gin out of metal canteens.
jumping in icy waters atop a mountain to wash the sweat and grime away—
close enough.
bringing a hobo back to your bed—his first bed in months—night of
lips and fingers and tangled hair.
black coffee and loose tobacco for breakfast—finding a leech in your sheets.
blindly trusting a man in the shadows—here—have a taste
for free!
sixteen hours of uncontrollable laughter and tears. am i happy or sad?
whats the difference?
playing with rats in a cluttered kitchen, watching
wild children ink dark lines into their skin—quit moving! grab the chair!
knuckles bleed: ELEP HANT.
responsibility is for people who have.
this is the summer of have-nots.
Just crashed into a hydrant on my way to my third driver’s test. Ruined the car and made the hydrant go flying into a poor woman’s lawn. I should just give up on driving forever…
