Weott, California – I am a little bit paranoid camping under these redwood trees because on the way in I saw a large branch, the entirety being twice the size in length and girth as I, randomly fall from the sky, landing with a startling, crackling, “KA-POW!” But not paranoid enough to not want to be here. I wouldn’t leave if you paid me. These ancient redwood trees are wise old sages — if i am still enough perhaps I will hear them whisper divinities.

I am wearing my lesbian Birkenstock sandals with mismatching blue socks–tell no one. My tent is sandwiched between a cluster of young redwoods and one large redwood truck, which is toppled on its side like a coffin. It looks like it has been sitting there for a while because there are no rings to be read. The exposed trunk looks weathered and more like a knot of guts then a time line of age.

There is a slight breeze, causing a slight chill to the otherwise perfect temperature. It probably doesn’t help that my hair is soaking wet from a five minute shower I purchased with two shiny quarters.

Right now is heaven, I feel mystical and still. The trees are silently drumming words, telling fables and tales and stories. I am listening. I am aware.

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Prop 8: The Musical

This is freaking amazing. And has two of my favorite actors in it.

One Step Forward, One Step Back

America, I think you are pretty cool right about now.

California, you have disappointed me. You call yourself a progressive Blue State? You might as well go hang out in the Bible Belt for all I care.

::sigh::

Gay Marriage Legal in California

Today I am happy to say that I live in California!