Next week this time my train will be pulling out for Cali. I’ll be watching this place get torn down next week and it makes me sad. I’ve had so much fun and felt so comfortable here.
I’m wide awake. Slept for most of the day and I feel really energized now. My ass was dragging when I laid my head down. I’m at the back again for my last overnight. Decatur may try and do something. Got to be on the lookout for pranks.
We may get another midnight meal. Last night it was chicken, mashed potatoes, and salad.
No updates on the Xena/duck intrigue thus far. It’s almost four in the afternoon. This is my third time at festival and I’ve only gone to one workshop. And only been dragged to a handful of shows. I keep coming back cause I enjoy bonding with other incredible womyn. That’s the bottom line. All the workshops and performances are just asides. For me, anyway.
I had to escort a delivery truck this morning. That was a pain that turned into good fortune. Outland Foods didn’t bring enough food for everyone. I was near the Belly Bowl with the truck and got a much better breakfast than if I had been at the gate. But the others missed it.
Realized that if the gates are opened wide to the trans community they will still not have this energy that festival creates. Cause I’m sure large numbers of womyn would no longer patronize it (I certainly wouldn’t be back). The energy created by thousands of nothing but womyn born womyn would cease to exist in this place. It would morph into something else, not better or worse (maybe), but different. The festival would cease being what I and thousands of other womyn have experienced and come back for year after year. So in the end the trans community won’t really get what they want.
There is rumored to be a group of womynfrom a crew who camp out in the front, near the gate, who never actually go into the downtown area at all during the festival. I believe that. I wouldn’t. It’s like a tourist invasion almost downtown during the festival.
Suzie picked up the laundry this morning at 7:30 am. It’s probably done now. She went to town to do it. The clothes are probably sitting at the front gate waiting for Helen and I to pick ours up. We were the only two who sent our with Suzie.
There is the dinner bell.
Think I rode the shuttle with Melissa Ferrick this afternoon. Not sure, who she was, but I know she was a performer. She was cute.
“Are you coming, too?” she asked me. I nodded. I was too fucking tired this morning.
I need to hit an ATM soon. Definitely before I leave. I’ll see if I can get a ride into town.
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