I'm just kinda self-conscious/a little insecure/pissed off that I'm a freak on more levels than even the age dysphoria; that's actually one of my less strange qualities lol.
Only time I'm in a hotel is with my parents or when I fly to the Capital once a year as a representative for YPS to expose Dr. Fearsome and the Director to people who have the power to do something to shut them down and hopefully lock them up for all the children they've tortured and murdered since the fifties. His real name was Dr. Dilbert Pierson; but we all just took to calling him Fearsome as a play on his name; turned out it wasn't far off. He was super old; so he may already be dead.....It scares me that a part of me hopes he's still alive, because I want to kill him....lol, it would be pretty redundant, but still.....I wanna kill a lot of people, and it terrifies me. That's kinda like the driving reason that I'm trying to just take some deep breaths and accept and hopefully embrace my inner toddler; it' the only other urge that is as strong as my urge to run off back to Utah where it all began to become a psychic serial killer lol. It's been a few months since I last felt like I "Subject 204" again...it was the number they gave me; they didn't use our names and we all had to wear sweats. I'm not sure what the Director's real name was; I know where her office is in the building though and I know when she's in it. I know that facility better than anyone who works there 9 to 5; I lived there 24/7; I know all it's secrets and dark corners and goings-on. But yeah; I'm sticking with political activism for now. Lots of board meetings, shaking hands with the governor, senators, reps, policy makers and other affiliates of the legislature all friggin day long for four straight days in a row. The agency picks up all the expenses for the cab and hotel fair and I usually share a room with one to two other YPS representatives. Every business trip ends up being an emotional train wreck for me because I'd really rather not explain to my suit-n-tie colleagues why I need a binky and a teddy bear to sleep at night lol. So usually I ends up taking a walk on the cobblestone streets of Juneaue, beautiful city by the way; we usually stay at the Baranof; it's surrounded by a bunch of bars. I felt like the universe must have known about my compulsive hero complex and was giving me a gift in my time of infantile need lol. So yeah; fending off drunks and junkies from damsels in distress, getting my ass kicked and kicking ass and walking non-violent drunks home and calling cabs for drunk girls before the horn-dogs get to them and drag them off back to their place for who knows what after possibly spiking their drink with whatever. And then kissing political ass all day the next day in joint senate sessions after maybe a couple hours of sleep if I'm lucky for more big fake smiles and empty firggin' promises; I donn't want their money, I want action. It's disgusting; it's like all these people know how to do is throw money in no general direction at all instead of actually nailing problems to the wall by their short and curlies.....sigh.
Occasionally some fellow Freemasons are in town and I'll chill with them; my family has a lot of history I've been subtly encouraged to join the Fraternity to embrace my inheritance, but I haven't filled out my petition yet; not sure if I will or not, but they pretty much welcome me with open arms anyway.
I'm not too uncomfortable around mom though; she's seen me in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper before and she was perfectly fine with it...it was kinda weird actually but that's my mommy; totally open minded sixty-three year old founding-hippie woman. XD Dad's more like....GI Joe. XD Kinda greatful for the combination of parents I ended up with; mom's been a huge help in developing my spirtuality and dad's been a huge help in teaching me stuff like how to make bombs and military arts and sciences annd how to not get my ass kicked and stuff like that lol. XD He thinks WWIII is upon us; but really, he thinks WWIII has been upon us since the friggin eighties. He's fifty three. So when my mom was twenty, my dad was ten. My half-brother is forty three. Try not to think about that too long. XD