Musings on Life

A Note to the Catcallers


There are two groups of people in the world: those who receive dick pics, and those who don’t.

I’ve never recieved unsolicited dick pics which is great, but at the same time you wonder: am I completely hideous?

Now I realize how ridiculous and depessing it is to have internalized the misogyny and equated it to being attractive.

And the worst part is I’ve only just had this revelation. Two minutes ago.

A man rolling down the hill on his moped caught my eye and puckered his lips. It’s funny how it’s always those in transit who do this. Cowards jeer and catcall from their moving vehicles, so you only catch a glimpse of a blurred face.

Now all I can hear is that slurping, kissing sound bouncing around my skull and I can’t shake it.

So, to every catcaller worldwide, safe in your little front seat, you suck.

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Musings on Life

In October we began our cycling expedition from the UK to Porto, Portugal. Since then we’ve tackled the monstrous hills of Spain’s Northern region, survived trench foot, and got tied into a Catholic pilgrimage.

We made it to Porto before Christmas and now we’re in a town west from Lisbon, though you wouldn’t believe it. The coast is lined by golden cliffs, occasionally interrupted by fortresses, so surfers carve against an ancient backdrop. Surreal.

But the most memorable experience is living in a forest. As it’s the middle of winter, it comes with plenty of obstacles, so I thought it’d be funny (borderline tragic) to share:

WHY FOREST LIVIN’ IS GREAT

*You’re a fairy now!

*After a day tied to a computer, the stillness amidst the trees is revitalizing. And with no internet access, you wind down in wholesome ways like reading, cards, or writing

*We’re in a bougie town so you feel rebellious living for free

*You spend days differently.  On our days off, we challenge ourselves to recipes, difficult over a camp stove.We’ve mastered pan pizzas and on Saturday spent three hours making dumplings

*Being awoken by bird-song feels right

*We don’t have air-beds (the rain destroyed them) so we sleep on a tarp to protect us from the cold mud.  But no longer have back pain!

*We cycle to town each morning.  There’s no better way to jig your brain in gear, breathe crisp air,  and admire the morning light cast over the cliff-face.  The sea is calm in the early hours too.

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Living in a Forest

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