“It’s ok if we can’t find it. Gender was always optional, for me,” I told Ming. We were looking for Gender Dr.
Oregon coast
Lately we’re housesitting on the Oregon coast–I mentioned it in a previous post. Wow, how fortunate we are. The air is clean, and the temperatures are easy. I love the fog and cloudiness. It’s fun to explore new areas of rocky shore. I love to take slow walks on flat terrain.
We’re blessed to have a car and travel around to see some sights. It was amazing to enjoy Darlingtonia carniverous plants the other day. They’re known as pitcher plants.
On our travels, I was surprised to see a road called Gender Dr.
“Wow, I always knew Gender was a dead end,” I said.
We passed it a few times on our travels. Finally I asked Ming if we could stop. Wouldn’t want to live there, but I’m happy to visit Gender and learn about it.
yes
Yes, we found it. We cautiously drove up the road, looking at rich people’s houses. Yes, class really affects Gender.
How many of these houses had become vacation rentals? We didn’t see happy people enjoying Gender. We saw big houses with empty driveways and a few parked vehicles.
“Should we park?” Ming asked. The waves crashed before us.
“They probably wouldn’t appreciate us blocking their driveway,” I said, gesturing toward a vacation rental with a beachy name and a big sign with an arrow reading FRONT DOOR.
beautiful
The view at the end of Gender is beautiful. Let that be a lesson to us all.
“Let’s back up on Gender,” I told Ming. “Let’s back up the whole way.”
Ming backed up and had trouble staying straight. Hahahah–I kid you not.
“Are you having trouble staying on Gender?” I asked.
“I’m adjusting,” Ming said.
I looked at the landscaping plants. There was a salal bush covered in big, dark berries. Ming made a three point turn to get us back toward the main road.
escape
“Thank you for helping me visit Gender. And thank you for helping me leave Gender behind,” I told Ming.
Yes, Ming does so much good for me. I love our anarchy household. What a good queer family. I hope to always be wild and free with him.
It was a giggle fest, but Ming seemed serious.
“You don’t think this is funny, do you?” I asked Ming.
“No, I think it’s hilarious,” he said.
Sometimes the best things don’t even cause Ming to smile. But mirth is real inside him.
