#queer climber

[sadclumsyowl]

I sprained my ankle climbing last week so here’s a picture of me at the ugly Christmas sweater party last month

[buttermag]

Born to Climb: From Rock Climbing Pioneers to Olympic Athletes

A nonbinary climber's retelling of climbing history

If you want to take a deep dive into climbing history, there is no better read than Zofia’s recent release “Born to Climb: From Rock Climbing Pioneers to Olympic Athletes”. As an enby, Polish born climber, they provide a much different perspective than a majority of climbing media.

[fuelbydreams]

I went to Las Vegas and environs for a vacation. Didn't care for the city. Had great company with brother and friends.

[fuelbydreams]

I’m super happy with this photo of me. 

[fuelbydreams]

Denver Pride

Was this weekend. I watched the parade for about 5 sweaty minutes this morning on the way to get coffee and read. This afternoon I went climbing with friends. 

I think there is something to be said about my character. I feel more comfortable hanging on by a single slipping hang on the side of a cliff than simply watching the pride parade for  5 minutes. I’m not sure what that means, but I feel like it is meaningful in some way. They were diametrically opposite feelings. I just started feeling so out of place and uncomfortable I simply had to leave. I ditched plans to meet up with friends. Climbing gives me that affirmation of a spine tingle that this is the right thing to do. 

Why does humanity leave a 9v volt acidic taste in my mouth? At least I know why I like mountains. 

I’m also constantly dirty and smell all the time. My friends make me take showers when I come over to visit. I wake up, look at my hands that must have spent the night in a rock tumbler all night. Jesus Christ.