#on a side note i got to see the baby prairie dogs again today on lunch

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My beard is finally coming in properly and oooh the best stim time!! The texture is A+ and I love it!! And! I did have one awesome coworker who said it was coming in really nicely and he thought I looked nice with it!!

On the other hand somehow my other coworkers (not the one who was nice & complimented me, he's got my pronouns down pat thankfully) are still misgendering me despite the beard, even the ones I've just met which is like. They literally do not know anything abt me before I came out because they only met me now well after I've come out lmao. And my voice cracks and I have a full beard coming in now and a light mustache and like I'm not exactly a Man™️ I'm some mix of mostly masc but fem but in a masc way but also gender is nothing and everything all at once in my head but at the same time literally my pronouns used for work are he/they so even if they didn't want to use he, they could just use they, but instead....misgender. i do not understand it. If nothing else the physical cues should be something of a reminder in my specific case but. Nope.

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Hobbits And Five Legged Chihuahuas : ep67

When the fog rolls in, the Cypress Tree Tunnel on Point Reyes reminds me of the evil Mirkwood forest from The Hobbit. It’s quiet. Dead quiet and to be honest, a little spooky. But also a little romantic.

The Ducati is parked and the matchy matchy helmets are hanging on the rear view mirrors. Anastasia and I are walking down the middle of the road through the tunnel. I’m convinced that God designed fog to improve landscape photographs … or to make driving more entertaining. Either way, the photos from Ana’s iPhone look postcard perfect. She converts them to black and white for extra bonus points.

We’ve got the entire tree tunnel to ourselves, but the serenity ends when a jalopy full of college kids arrive and park right next to the no parking signs at the end of the tunnel. Dickheads. Now their stupid car is dead center in every photo, so we decide to pick up and head for the lighthouse.

It’s a 30 minute drive to reach the parking lot of the lighthouse. The road is bumpy and twisty and wends its way through dairy farms filled with cattle grazing on the verdant prairie grass. It’s minimalist nature at its finest.

As expected, it’s much colder out near the lighthouse, but we’ve got gloves and motorcycle jackets, so it’s not a bother. We hike the half mile from the parking lot past my favorite tree to the lighthouse. The view is spectacular. Whales are spouting in the distance, and a nesting pair of peregrine falcons are swooping over our heads.

Ana is pretty fit, so we decide to descend the 300 steps from the lookout to the actual lighthouse and have a tour of the inside, then climb the 300 steps out and back to the bike.

We spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the various beaches and trails on Point Reyes.

At the Drake’s Beach visitor center there’s a man walking a chihuahua with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen on a dog. The poor little fella has to stand tall on his haunches otherwise his unit drags on the pavement. We are beside ourselves trying to hold in our laughter.

It’s a high note on the day and the perfect time to return back to Inverness to check into our bed and breakfast. I’ve booked a spot that is walking distance from the shipwreck. So we walk to the shipwreck for sunset, take some great iPhone photos (again, postcard quality), then walk directly across the street to the Saltwater Oyster Depot for raw oysters and beer.

There’s a chameleon quality to Anastasia. On the one hand, she’s intelligent, thoughtful and well spoken. On the other, she has an almost puppylike side to her personality, where she uses her big eyes and little baby voice for coercion. It’s a tool that she’s capable of employing at any moment. It’s how we ended up with matching helmets, and I was powerless against its onslaught. Thank heavens she’s not evil, because she possesses an unstoppable power of persuasion.

The Ana sitting next to me at the oyster bar tonight is philosophical and contemplative, not coercive at all thankfully. She’s busy verbally processing out all of the magical moments we’ve had together today, from the yaks milk ice cream, to the tree tunnel, to the peregrine falcons, to the chihuahua dragging his massive cock across the beach.

I can tell, Ana is REALLY enjoying our weekend together. This seems like her first foray into motorcycling with someone, and it’s a deeply sensual experience for her. I am to shepherd her safely from point to point all weekend. Her life is in my hands and she’s given herself over to me.

I see the joy in her eyes, I can tell you this ... she’s falling in love. I’m not sure if it’s with me or with the motorcycle, and frankly at this very moment I don’t care. I just know one thing.

Anastasia is falling in love.