That Dear Reader,
Is a marker of the Appalachian Trail.
One of many I will roar past this spring summer and fall as:
"The Fastest Man on Two Feet"
No guy can mountaineer like me.
I am so quick and effortlessly up everything. Rises hills mountains...
With delight shirts and skirts. Although there aren't many skirt wearing women around.
This is a girls wear pants and boots town.
Not a high heal as far as I can hear.
What are high heal except shoes for ladies who do what they're told?
No one going anywhere of consequence would choose high heals over any other shoe - even bare feet.
Men designed them to hobble you. Like pinioning a bird's wing so it can't fly. So you can't walk away very fast in that rape-practical dress.
I am questing for a mademoiselle who laughs at a heals wearer and could kick her ass with one leg tied behind her back.
But also looks good in a bikini by the river.
Shaving not required.
I think natural girls are hella hot.
Another "Fuck The Man!" statement of female perfection.
"I don't need to put your makeup on or take my hair off to be sexy."
You're goddamn right.
This is the jumping off point for two major hiking trails and a biking one and is daily weather permitting street-and-countryside-full of rugged! rangerettes!!
I said to an acquaintence yesterday that I finally found the place that matched me.
Rather than trying to make the place match me, like Washington Square Park.
Or changing to match the place like most do.
Here I can tear up and down the hills and hollers and cobblestone alleys and I am not a high, performance artist, but a high, performance athlete.
Still on stage except it's mine.
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