The only thing to say is I LOVE WOMXXN!!! The mall was soooooo full of womxxn and girls, we were all smellin ourselves, determined to not allow a macho sexist pig like bush and his cronies take away our rights.
I have painted “RISE WOMYN RISE” on the back of my truck. Being in the ugly center controlling our empire in D.C. is only tolerable because I am surrounded by womyn.
My RRB has already been peed on, had a cup of coffee or soda thrown onto the “Mujeres Creciendo La Paz” side so far this trip. But at least my windshield is in tact as are all 6 of my tires. So maybe MAGA’s violence has diminished.
I have my first lengthy discussion this morning as I’m preparing to get on the road again. As I walk to the bathroom and back again, I notice a friendly-appearing older white man watching me. When I get into my truck, he walks by the driver’s side, still smiling affably, continues down the sidewalk and then returns.
I can’t immediately tell if he’s a shallow salesperson-friendly or a genuine friendly.
I’m too tired from my early morning awakening, my fuel hose repair task, and the past few days preparing – always challenging getting ready for a prolonged road trip – to drive for very long. I try to drive until at least dusk to take the temperature of those traveling north along my beaten path.
I realize I was expecting some kind of strong reaction one way or the other
