Away from the oil

Hey y'all, I'm not sure if I mentioned it in my last blog post (as I am too lazy to actually check it :P ) but I flew out to San Fran on the 9th of June. Me and my family will be driving all the way up the coast.

Got into San Fran at 11am local time after spending about 4 hours in the air and an extra on the ground... needless to say I was pretty damn pooped. To be honest I would have loved to have staye in San Fran the entire 'cation... but my parents decided to drive north about 7 hours (Jesus, did it really take us THAT long?) to Fort Ross where we spent the night.

Funny story. The entire ride up to the fort consisted of dozens upon dozens of twisting roads that would have made a sidewinder green with envy. I, naturally, being stuck in the back kept thinking how good I'd feel if I barfed somewhere. You know your feeling pretty bad when you feel that throwing up will help. Anyway, we got to the hotel, got the keys (I got my own room, which was super nice)... but I broke my key off in the lock. Eventually got it out and I passed out on the bed at 5pm and woke up around 9pm. Watched Mythbusters and dicked around for a while before passing out again.

Woke up the next day and went on a really nice hike around the hotel where I got some fantastic photos of the coast






By this point I'm feeling pretty good until about 10 minutes of driving on those roads again. We went all the way from Fort Ross all the way to Benbow (look 'em up... I'm not kidding), where I discover that we're rooming in a trailer, and I'm sleeping on the couch.

Although we are pretty close to the Red Wood "Avenue of the Giants", and all the roads stopped twisting like a caterpillar on a Mobius strip- so tomorrow should be really lovely. Here's to 12 more days ;D

A few interesting things have been happening with my transition. I've been more or less been doing it all the 'slow and steady' route. I've been walking more effeminately, moving more so, and just all in all feeling really great. My folks are cool with my hair and stuff... so its all good :D But during the trip there have been some odd things brought up in conversation that make me curious as to if my parents truely know.

Like I said on the first day we drove for like 7 hours, and after a while I had to be in the front to prevent spewing all over the place. The entire plane ride I had a bag between my legs and couldn't move them, and when I got in the front seat my mother's purse and bags were up there, which I commented "I'm just tired of being in modes of transportation with things between my legs!" I didn't realize what I had said (because yes, I do hate... 'it') my father quips "Well you should be used to it by now!" I donno if he was referring to the bags or my... bags >.>

In the airport my mother slipped and said "Atta girl" to me...

On the ride my father commented "I'm glad we didn't have a girl, too much trouble with all those hormones!" Well... sure, I wasn't born a girl, but I don't think I'd be too different than I am now. Still, its an odd thing to say, yet its been something they've been saying for years. Commenting on what my 'girl name' would have been (Nancy), and what would be different if I had been born such.

Still, I wonder what would things be like if me and Nathan had been born the correct sex...
Would we be happy? Or would we still desire to be the opposite sex? Is it in our genes or more specifically in our train of thought?

... I think about this all the time ^_^;



Also, I want to give a shout out to my Girlfriend Kayla who has been posting on here quite regularly- It really does warm my heart to hear some encouraging words from ya baby <3

Oh, and I'm really lovin' the way me and Nathan's dialect has changed since the blog started. I'm starting to have some southern influences (saying y'all and ... well yknow) to my sentences and the structure has gotten a lot more loose while Nathan has been using some curse words (all well justified!) as well as some solid manly language.... I'm loving it!