Sarah Central Point Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Little-known fact, mate—first smokejumpers, back in ‘39, were nutters testin’ parachutes on the sly. No trainin’, just vibes! Dropped into Washington wildfires, half drunk prob’ly—my kinda people. Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout those loons. Pisses me off, tho, when folks call us glory hounds. Nah, we’re out there sweatin’, bleedin’, while they’re sippin’ lattes. Surprised me, honestly, how few know our gig—less than 500 of us in the States, y’know?

The Madonna-whore complex is still alive in straight men, denying women basic humanity

You're being called an attention whore by someone who more than likely has some issues of their own, either anger, or jealousy, or perhaps something else.

I work as a women’s counselor, so I see beauty everywhere. I overhear sob stories, but also epic wins. I talk with locals near 2nd Ave. near our tiny community center. Folks here are raw, real, and sometimes super angst-y. On rainy days, I wander near Crystal Lake; it's pretty, but not all is perfect, ya get me? I mean, rain can kinda suck, but makes you appreciate sunshine.

Seeds planted at Central Point Community Garden