If you have not read my article about coexisting with transgender humans, this first thought I want to bring out here is related to that article, so without more preamble (go read it!) I just stumbled upon a thread where a mother had asked her son if he would like some trans-pride sneakers and his responce was a resounding “no!” He doesn’t choose to be this, he doesn’t want to be reminded of it. He just wants to be accepted for who he is presenting himself for. The mom is just trying to support her son; obviously she didn’t mean harm, but she did feel a little taken aback by the response and wanted to know if other kids felt like that and this time the response was a resounding “yes.”
I thought it was pretty obvious. Our kids tell us things in comfort of privacy. They don’t need to let everyone know of their genitals. Why would they want to? Us, as their parents, we have the hard job of explaining because of societal norms and previous presentation. And it becomes our “burden” further more to spread love and acceptance further in our communities without putting the spot light unwantedly on our ones that are experiencing their lives.
I just really felt the need to put that out there. I know I’m learning on the daily!
Hey, so! I’m in albuquerque ( still) We’ve been puttering around and letting the kids play. For Halloween we went down to Belen for a small witchy get together. There were some beautiful people there, though, as with all experiences also some strange vibes. Galixy bashed her head open and hard a big lump, but so many adults flocked to her and helped. It was a little overwhelming for Galixy. Otherwise there were two fire pits, trick or treating between some campers for the kids, peacocks, dogs, friends, and toys. I did drink a bit after the kids got tucked into bed, so I slept miserably, but it was worth the time for sure.
The next morning I drove into Los Lunas where two lovely people were sitting in their car in the Walmart parking lot. Nothing unusual at first glance, but apparently their car was broken down and they needed a ride back to Albuquerque. Obviously I helped out. I almost feel like I was meant to be there for them. It’s just a town up after all, but the tow truck doesnt allow riders in the cab, so too far to walk. And bother calling an uber to that if a Bugus is handy! They were super kind with the kids. Neighbors trying to get away from their nosey apartment complex and have a night away. They didn’t even make it to the booked hotel room, and Bugus was and embarrasing mess on the inside, but they told me they were falling in love with it as they were riding and were pretty impressed with the answers they received to their curiosity. I wanna say that this formulation of words is not because my answers are aimed to appease, but rather try to be as honest as possible, while being aware that it’s all perspective and observation. They say they’re impressed, but they are currently at my mercy of driving them, I give my intent and truth, but do I mention that I consider myself lazy? no because that may not be anothers perception. I’m not saying that I am lazy or that I’m not lazy. I have my moments, but it’s all perspective anyway.
So, I dropped the lovely peoples off and headed to the grocery store. Then Paulina invited me to come park with her and go to the San Antonio Hot Springs the next day. The last part was a pretty muddy road, so we stopped about half way and walked the rest, just to ensure bugus not getting stuck. It seemed like kinda a long walk going up, but it was colder walking back and that made us walk faster, but the kids were tired….
ANYWAY. The water was beautiful. It’s a spring that cascades like a waterfall of pools. The top pool is the hottest fed by 3 gurgling metal tubes. It’s a pretty large pool. The following 10 pools cascade down the mountain with groupings of two or three. The kids were blissed out climbing up and down the slippery rocks while Paulina and I relaxed and soaked. On the opposite side of the valley, the mountain range is breathtakingly jagged with cliffs of which a part looks like beautiful lace work. It is worth the time and walking to go lay in those springs. The muddy cold road definitely requires proper foot wear on all parties. Galixy should’ve worn thicker socks in her boots, while Atreyu should’ve worn boots instead of tennis shoes, same with Paulina’s daughter. She soaked her tennis shoes before we departed the bus so she as hiking in blue crocks and socks. They fit well, but definitely not water proof.
We were all happy to find the bus and make hot chocolate and stuff our faces with some bread and chips and dips. We probably could’ve all had dinner at that spot with all the food I have on the bus, but I didn’t want to slip on frozen mud, so we booked it back to Albuquerque. Here we are. The very next day.
I have been charged to declutter and at first I was like “f* you! I’m minimalist af” but the more I sat with it, the more I feel it. There are things needing replacing and I feel super stuffed right now, so yes! declutter me! Get rid of more, which I’m referencing just having decluttered myself at my mom’s with 3 big boxes of donations. How does it all fit? I have no idea, but it does.
I’m going to leave you here because I know little of what I’m doing. Visiting Paulina, then I’ll head east on the I 40 probably.
At any rate, I hope you smile today and find a chance to share that smile. Stay grateful, loveys ❤
Matilda the Bugus 