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The truth is after over five years in this sport, the only thing I still love about base jumping is jumping…and maybe the gear.

The truth is, for those of you that have asked what I’ve been up to or why I haven’t been seen jumping lately, I just prefer to not pretend like I’m doing this for anything other than me. Base is my only selfishness…I think I got that from my mentor.

I stopped caring about who I jumped with two years ago. I stopped reading the forums over a year ago. I stopped trying to hang out with new people in the community a few months ago.

I’m tired of the BS, I’m tired of noobs viewing me as a little girl or a piece of meat, and I’m tired of people fighting over who knows the right way to handle this sport with the outside world.

When I started, I thought the only reason I would keep jumping was because of the people. Then I realized ‘the people’ where an ever-changing array of guys that were either idiots, egomaniacs, or people I would end up caring too much about…or girls that had zero clue what they were getting into. (“But, hey, base jumping is why my boyfriend is SO sexy, so I want to do it too, to prove I’m a real macho girl and just one of the guys, and so I can be sexy too!”)

Recently, a jumper I respected was sizing up a jump of mine he didn’t even see: “But you haven’t been jumping much, right.” I told him no. The truth is I’ve been jumping plenty; I just stopped talking about my jumps long ago.

I’m an active base jumper. Sure, I ‘slack’ some months.

The truth is I never felt the need to tape my jumps to prove I did them, though I did write about a few. I have brought my own camera to only a handful of jumps. I also don’t care who is there to see my jumps. If I was jumping so someone else could see how cool I am, I would have stopped long ago.

I jump because inside I’m still that 15 year old kid who has never heard of base or touched a parachute, depressed after a lonely Valentine ’s Day, that is standing on the edge of a cliff throwing a rose over the edge, petal by petal, and is wondering what it’s like to jump off that cliff…but not die.

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I like your post!

can i film your next jump?

Just my opinion but I'd say you've been jumping with the wrong people. If those were my options for jumping buddies I'd go solo... Although I've often wondered what it'd be like to be treated as a little girl...

Kerkko
BASE1184

Are you sexy or not?

Nice post!

somebody (a non jumper) accused me years ago of jumping for the attention, etc. what an idiot. i was doing it alone in the middle of the night. that's why i have almost no photos or videos of me jumping. did it just for the pleasure of the jump. seems like you are encountering society of a base jumper dropzone.

+1 nice post!

if you dont care so much, why did you post this here?

you want to share with all the 'jumpers' here?

i agree with alot of your thoughts, it just seems contradictory to post it here of all places..

whatever... i dont care

I guess I should have made that second paragraph more clear. I had a bunch of pm's and stuff asking where I was. So a post was easier than responding to each of them.

Think I need to move. The only chicks I Base with are huge buzzards that crap on me when I'm climbing towers. But they do raise hell and act like they're gonna attack me when I try to make them fly away so not much different than local non base women.

Last line of your signiture. Uh, yeah. If we have to read the drama atleast post a pic to see we should be nice or not :-)

Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're a woman aren't you? A young one too.

A piece of meat is what most men will ever see in you. Just accept that and move on.

wow that really sounds you don´t think much of any other girl BASEjumpers besides yourself...
I agree with kege that you must have been jumping with the wrong people!

Of course out there are many kind of jumpers, both girls and boys, with different motives and actions, but I must say that I found your generalization quite funny -so funny that I decided to write here to give different kind of view about girls in BASE .. Majority of the girls I´ve jumped with has had experience and a pretty good clue what they´re doing, they are not at all like you describtion of other girl jumpers. They are jumping for themselves and they do put a lot of thinking to their jumping and their reasons to jump.

And we do not all think BASE is quite macho or sexy thing... Being girlfriend to a BASEjumper, though being jumper also, isn´t like "ohhh he´s so brave, cool ", it´s not easy thing at all. At least for myself the fact that my boyfriend was BASEjumper before I started was more like reason not to start, as I knew what I would put him through, being worried of my safety when I jump. Well, as you said, the sport is selfish and I did start BASE, but not becase of him or any other person or reason, but for myself. And I´ve heard this same from sveral other girl BASE jumpers who are dating other jumper.

And having said that about the girls, I have to say that all the boys I´ve jumped with are not idiots either ... I think beauty of the sport is that you can choose who to jump with, or when you want to jump alone.

I wish good jumps to you with yourself, but also that you´ll get to jump with as great people as I have

-kati

ok, let me guess (maybe I'm wrong, in that case I'm sorry) but do you mainly jump leagal bridges?
In our part of the world, the actual jump is a small part of the whole base thing. We depend on each other to get to the exits in the mountains. For us it is important with whom we jump because we depend on each other. I would not like to spend 5 hours hiking and climbing to an exit with someone who I don't like.
And the girls who jump with us are all respected because they share the same interests as the male jumpers.
You sound like drama. Pack your gear and Wingsuit, go a couple of month on a trip to Europe, meet some nice people, make some great flights and do your own thing.

Nice personal insight....

 
hey holly, you posted your love letter to yourself here because you are a narcissist. you've just convinced yourself that you're not.