"If I was a hobo I'd sleep in haystacks and do whatever I wanted all the time."

Airports Stress the Fuck Out of Me

Especially when I'm holding :)

I kept beeping.
And they're all"Ma'am do you have anything else on you?"
"No." : /

I had my wound wash/peircing cleaner hidden in my underwear cause I knew they'd try to make me throw it away.
I start turning red and feeling very very warm.
-Fuck they're going to kick me off the flight when they find out I'm hiding this thing.. and what if they find what's tied to my chest under my clothes.....-

"Female!!!!!!!!"

A burly lady with a crew cut worse than mine asks me to join her on the side.
Inside I'm freakin out man, as she does the hand held beeper thing all over my shaking body.
All good....then she gets to my crotch.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
"What's down there?"

gulp.

"Uhhhh... You see I have this piercing I just had redone, and I need this wash for it and I was afraid they'd take it from me, so I stowed it.."
I reach up my dress and pulll out the aerosol can.
She looks it over as I hold my breath.

"It's medical. You can take this. Just don't hide it next time. I'm going to finish patting you down, and then you're all set to go."
-Oh my god it's not over yet-
She pats me down...across my chest where little umbrellas of colorful happiness sleep to my racing heartbeat. Nothing.

"Ok, have a nice flight."
I misuse the "you too" phrase and start walking away, stirred and fading back to my milky tone.

sigh.

Walking down to my gate, I pass a kind-looking black police officer.
"Hello, Occifer." I choke out.
"I mean, officer!"

He laughs as I head toward my gate - 8.

What a fucking start to my journey.
God love me.
NyC here I come.

The Coming of Travels

Hello world.

It has been some time since my last blog, and I apologize to you - whoever you might be - for not keeping up with this commitment.

I spent last week in WY at the National Rainbow Gathering. The site chosen was beautiful - rivers and hills and woods and flower-studded meadows and so on. I sang, conversed, cooked, ate, slept, wandered, hiked, laughed, rode a horse, met Jesus Christ on the 4th of July (epic), and had a colorful, wonderful time.

Now back in Boulder, I am sleeping in my wrecked and immobile car. I'll be here less than a week, bumming around, reading, and napping in parks until next wednesday in the early am. On that glorious morn, I will load myself into an aircraft that will move me from my current location to the infamous city of New York. There, I will soak up 3 weeks of stress-free NYC living - perhaps even working a little - and meet again all those who I hold so dear and miss terribly.

Flying to San Diego August 5th and spending a bit of time there before slowing hitching my way up the coast of California, stopping in the cities of interest for whatever my desire. Long Beach, LA, Santa Barbara, Santa Cruz, and San Francisco are now just prospects, as my plans change often and drastically.

Then, my final plane hop: one way to the Big Island of Hawaii to live simply at http://www.gaiayoga.org/.

Keep you updated.
Stay tuned, kids.

Loving You All,
Coraline