Boston

I am only in Boston for two days now, staying again with chosen family – but I will return for a week or so after I go to New York City and before I go to the March For Womxxn’s Lives. I have two deliveries to make so I have to drive into Cambridge and downtown Boston – except for the crazy drivers, it’s like being in California – sooooo many yeas. People in my chosen family’s neighborhood come out to greet me and read the new info on the truck. Several call in to

BOSTON

THE CHRISTIAN DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MURDER AND KILLING…SAYS THE CHILDREN….REALLY?

By the time I enter Massachusetts it feels like the height of a winter day and my beautiful truck is covered with a film of white powder – the words are still visible but very, very dirty. I pull into the first service plaza on the mass pike, not realizing that I was about to pass myself off as a Christian..

Brrrrrrr

I decide to take one of my favorite detours and head north and then east through stunningly beautiful upstate south and western New York, which appears to be predominately populated with Indigenous peoples, and where last time I came through, I had soooooo many positives and heard lots of news coverage of an anti-war march. This time I saw

Glad to be another american womon for peace!

Indiana the yeas to nays are 8 to 1 – and not one fuck you! But the amerikkkan flags are still sooooo outta control. They’re everywhere from license plates to back windows of pick-up trucks to mail boxes and billboards and random poles with flags as big as two story farm houses snapping in the Indiana sun. I pull into a toll booth where each booth has

A little Chicago police appreciate – for me!

I have thoroughly enjoyed my time in Chicago, despite the cold, reconnecting with my old college friend who actually came out before I did, to my joy and chagrin! But now I’m leaving Chicago early the a.m., unable to convince my sistar to come with me to the March For Womxxn’s Lives in D.C., so I’ll continue alone. Before I go, I take a brisk walk on Lake Michigan – the beautiful path running next to it, that is. From afar, I see several people

The right to decide…

I’ve made it to Madison just a little later than I agreed. As I approach the house I’m delivering a load to, I see their huge american flag waving proudly out front. Then I notice the anti-abortion, anti-choice bumper sticker on one of the brothers’ cars. I was pre-warned by my customer that

Democracy too hard for you to handle?

At yet another rest stop, this time bordering the mighty Mississippi, a tall, skinny white male truck driver, probably in his 40’s, with an ugly scowling face, approached my truck as I sat in the driver’s seat reviewing a map – yes a real paper map. “I happen to like bush” he declared in a loud and hostile

Stopping at a rest stop, an interracial lesbian couple

Happiness is WHAT? And for WHOM???

In Nebraska, I count 11 yeahs to 3 no’s and 2 f.u.’s!!! One of the f.u.’s, a new red suv, sports a bumper sticker that I ignore “happiness is a r

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