repeatedly misgendered! by the TSA!
indignities of security theater aside, it was a beautiful flight. clear view to the ground almost the whole way, early morning sunshine sparking off rivers and lakes in a way that no video ever captures. I got to see the lava beds of New Mexico, and Shasta Lake, which looks like an elk's antler at 30,000ft, and Mt. Hood, Mt. Ranier, and Mt. St. Helens all lined up together.
despite capitalism's attempts to make it as miserable and costly as possible for everyone involved, air public transit really is an astounding thing.
also I haven't eaten or slept which always turns me into a Victorian poet. in a few hours expect me to be composing odes to Burger King.
there is a small child running around with the same name as one of my partner's dogs. I keep looking around reflexively like oh god what is she doing and being glared at. best not to explain, I feel.
this might be assassination coordinates but my desire to say "my plane out of seatac with her whole 18SSY out" is greater than my desire to live.
extremely haunted sensation of being in one's childhood bedroom aside, I want it known that this dead beetle has been here for 25 years, making it, by California standards, a historical monument.
