In his poem, “Song of Myself,” Walt Whitman writes: “The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me.” In short, I am a woman for whom boatmen and clam-diggers arise early and stop. I’m not trying to be cocky: This is an evidence-based statement based on empirical data.
I write about running, traveling, and writing. Also, other things. Tattoos. Sex. Books. Blow jobs. I used to write about drugs, but I barely do them anymore, and it seems like talking about prom when you’ve already got a Bachelor’s. I just finished thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail, but I wrote about that on another site (https://thetrek.co/author/lily-gelfars/) and thus relinquished the right to write about it here. It’s not super sassy and it’s very hiking-oriented, so click at your own risk. Now that the hike is over, I’m back to my own site and amped for the new year. Potential impending blog posts include the benefits of cigarettes for long distance hikers, and something about semen. Also, I’m going to Spain in ten days. So, cigs, semen, and Spain. It’s gonna be a good year.
(Addendum: Whitman also said that he was large and contains multitudes, but that line has #whitegirltattoo written alllll over it, so I’m not trying to fuck with it. I have enough of those already.)