life in wyoming: vol. 3 (gallup poll)

if you had spent all day with a lesbian, a bisexual woman, a transexual woman, a gay cowboy, and a mexican feminist sociologist in laramie, wyoming, and ended up in the Cowboy Bar, would you ride a mechanical bull?

life in wyoming: vol. 2

meet soren.


things i discovered today:

i discovered that there is an animal called a jackalope. it's sort of like a cross between a meerkat and an antelope. really.

i discovered that the taxi service of laramie, wyoming, consists of one aging woman and her 1981 cadillac deville.

i discovered that there are horses that have cow spots.

i re-discovered that i smoke a lot when i'm alone.

and i discovered that red shooting stars in the day aren't real. they're just jet smoke hit by the sun as it's going down.

life in wyoming, vol. 1

wyoming is a strange place. nobody reading this will have been to wyoming because nobody comes here. i am convinced that there are only 50 people who live in wyoming, and they keep changing clothes just to keep me fooled.
wyoming is a beautiful place. my hotel is in the middle of a plain with more plains and rolling hills to the east, and snow-capped rocky mountains to the west. it's breath-taking. really, it is.
wyoming is a cold place. i opened my hotel window this morning to feel how cold it was. it didn't feel too cold to me so i went outside to explore wearing only a short sleeve shirt. i nearly froze. people who are used to cold, windy, snowy, mountainy weather wear clothes that indicate they are used to it. i felt out of place because while people were wandering around with shorts and long-sleeve shirts on, i was going about bundled in shirts and more shirts and a scarf and big jacket. oh and a wooly hat. i was still cold.
wyoming is a friendly place. i have made two friends since i've been in wyoming: both are horses.