Wednesday and I made it to The Cycle Hostel. There are a lot of cyclists here. Mostly on mountain bikes. With existence is rooted in resistance, my colorful being will have to self censor while here... QWOC plight. Loud girl problems. Tomorrow, UBI.
One week to UBI
Just a week before leaving. The decision to document my experience came from the idea that I should capitalize off of myself the same way UBI and QBP most certainly will. If, as suggested by my sister in law, that I be the sacrifice for others to succeed, so fucking be it. I'll go to attain... Continue Reading →