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Alaskans I have loved, v.2

August 29th, 2007 · No Comments

It was a long day and a long drive through the never-ending twilight. The road had turned to bumpy dirt fifty miles ago, and I bumped along squinting through clouds of dust that hung, half-illuminated, in the air. A gulch dipped off to the right of the road, full of green trees cut through with a river at the bottom, so far away it was just a ribbon. On either side of the gulch and all around us there was only tundra, dotted sparsely with stunted spruce.

Bro jumped down from the bed to the seat next to me with a small “wuf,” and put his chin on the dash. I squinted. There was an animal walking up the road in the distance. It’s walk rolled and bobbed, like a bear, but it was a funny shape for a bear. I slowed down and squinted some more. It was a person! With a pack.

When you see a person out here, you stop and talk. It’s like a law of nature. As I got closer I could see that it was a woman with some crazy black curls. She had a small pack and a sleeping bag strapped to her back, and as I approached she turned around and gave me a big grin and a wave.

“Get up in bed,” I told Bro as we stopped. He jumped back in the bed just as she opened the door.

“Hey,” she said, all crazy hair and big smile.

“Hey.” I smiled back. “You want a ride?”

Her eyes twitched over the van, Bro, my bed, the bookshelves. She wasn’t used to hitchhiking.

“Where are you coming from?” she asked.

“I was down in the little big city, and before that the big scary city, and before that in the little tourist town, working. Where are you going?” The question is useless, this road only goes one place.

“Oh, up to the village.” She threw her pack in the back and swung into the passenger seat. “What’re you doing out this way?”

“I’m on a quest to the river. I love it.”

We talked about the village. She’d moved there from the little big city, which had been a horrible place for her. Too much bad stuff. Now she lives in a cabin that she and her girlfriend built with their three kids (two were hers, one was her girlfriend). I was surprised. I don’t often meet other lesbians in the villages. She says they don’t hide their relationship or anything, but they aren’t affectionate in public.

“Cool. So if I moved here some day I wouldn’t have to pretend to be straight?” I ask.

“Nah. There’s some things better left unsaid if you wanna be involved in the community, but mostly if you pull your own weight and get involved and help out people won’t fuck with you.”

“Wow.” This totally blows my mind.

“So what do you do for money, traveling around in a van like this?” she asks.

Thats probably one of those things better left unsaid, but I’m so unused to lying that I just giggle. “Oh, you know, horrible immoral things.”

“Oh.” Her face gets serious. “I been there too. Hey, ya gotta do what you gotta do. There ain’t no shame in that.”

“Oh, I’m not ashamed. I love dancing.”

“Oh, you just dance? There’s nothing wrong with that,” she tells me. “Hell, I done worse.”

“Really? It just seemed like one of those things better left unsaid around here?”

“Oh, it definitely is. Fuck, don’t tell anyone here about me, okay?” Suddenly her face is serious and trembly as a rabbit right before it relaxes and gives up on life.

“Of course not.”

“No, really. No one here knows.”

“Hey, you know my secret too. We’re even.” I try to reassure her.

“Okay.” She smiles a little but the rabbit look is still there.

“So you worked in the little big city?”

“Yeah, for an agency. It wasn’t so much about the sex, more companionship. I just had a few regulars that would always ask for me. Well…. honestly mostly they wanted someone to sit with them while they did coke.”

I smile. “Aren’t cokeheads the best? They just talk and talk and have no idea what’s going on.”

“Yeah.” She’s finally smiling, too. “Wow, I can’t believe I told you about that. I haven’t even thought about it in years.”

“Yeah… imagine the odds of two lesbian sex workers running into each other here. There probably isn’t another human for fifty miles.” It’s true.

“We’re definitely the only two lesbians for a couple hundred miles.”

That night she sleeps in the moss next to the van on the side of the road. We leave the van door open and I’m afraid Bro will pee on her, but instead he leaves me in the middle of the night and curles up next to her. When she wakes up he comes to me for morning snuggles, then runs back to her for more morning snuggles, and then back to me. There’s such an abundance of morning snuggles that he forgets about breakfast until I remind him.

A few hours later I drop her off at the head of a trail, ten miles from the village.

“Thanks for the ride,” she says. “Stay happy.” Then she starts off down the trail into a gully. The last I see of her before she turns the corner she is covered in a patchwork of tree shadows and light, half-illuminated.

Tags: Ecofeminist Musings

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  • 1 squidelicious // Aug 29, 2007 at 2:19 pm

    oh, hobo stripper, i think i am in love with you…
    your lifestyle is so free and inspiring. earth-loving nomads are almost lost to our poor backwards culture.
    i have always wanted to roam around through the wilds, actually living life instead of becoming just another worker bee, and was always scoffed at when i told people of my wild dreams.
    thank you for renewing my hope for a better, more quiet and simple life.
    if you’re ever in MD, look me up!

  • 2 carmen_b // Aug 29, 2007 at 4:37 pm

    This blog is definitely inspiring ! I’m becoming a regular reader ! ~ C

  • 3 Daniel // Aug 29, 2007 at 7:06 pm

    Gee, I’m suprised that you outed that poor woman on your blog. Granted the chances that someone from the villiage will be reading your entry are slim but you did give a pretty detailed description of the woman and even opened the closet door to her past.

  • 4 Squire // Aug 29, 2007 at 7:25 pm

    Great story, people are what makes life worth living.

  • 5 Lilly // Aug 29, 2007 at 8:01 pm

    This blog has become one of my most treasured moments of my ever so brief lunch hour in my little white cubicle. Thank you for sharing

  • 6 HoboStripper // Aug 29, 2007 at 8:29 pm

    Daniel, I changed almost every detail. Actually, she could even be a combination of a couple people. Have a little faith, dude. 😉

    Thanks for all the encouragement, guys. It’s great to log in and see it.

  • 7 Lilly // Aug 29, 2007 at 9:14 pm

    Im constantly amazed at your ability to keep this blog so upto date, i love that i can read it every day and there is always something new.I struggle with time so much with mine, but that is also the differnece in lifestyle i suppose. I hope someone picks this up soon and pays you for it!

  • 8 HoboStripper // Aug 30, 2007 at 1:11 am

    Thanks, Lily. Here it is one am and time to write something and I can’t think of a thing, so it’s good to hear that it seems like I post a lot.

  • 9 WildeRix // Aug 30, 2007 at 7:11 am

    I love these “i have loved” stories. You do such an amazing job of paining a picture with your words.

    I lived in NYC for five years and just recently moved back to Arkansas. I was able to forget–while I was living there–about closets and having to pass for straight. But now that I’m back in the south, I see people hiding who they are and it just hurts me inside. Sometimes I just want to pull them aside and say “I know, and I don’t judge you–and I won’t tell anyone.” But how the hell do you do that? People here can’t even admit it to themselves most of the time because they don’t want it to be true. And who am I to intrude on their secret?

    I’m glad you and your hitchhiker found each other. For the length of that road, you two could hang out your laundry, talk shop, and be yourselves.

  • 10 davka // Aug 30, 2007 at 8:14 am

    D.H. Lawrence writes of two people meeting on a road and, instead of merely passing each other by, they make eye-contact, speak and confront each other’s souls.

  • 11 wyatt // Aug 31, 2007 at 5:26 pm

    well Tara that makes my day and i thought it was tough being an old cowboy biker lol. seems we all have run into preconceived ideas in this modern world . oh well dont worry be happy……..wyatt

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