As far as jobs go, I’ve been slumming it the past year working as an office manager/ paralegal for a small law office in Dupont Circle. I work 30 hours a week and my commute is a seven-minute walk, so I’ve been spoiled in some respects. I’ve learned the ins and outs of bankruptcy law, and could help you file a Chapter 7 or 13 in Virginia, DC, or Maryland at a fraction of what an attorney would charge (and I have done this part time here and there). This job has been rewarding some ways, but it hasn’t allowed me to express myself creatively, so in my spare time, while this site has been collecting cobwebs, I’ve been delving deep into digital photography, creating the below sample of “message photos” (honestly I’m not sure what you would call them. They aren’t memes.)
My personal life: not gonna go there. But unless I get a new job soon, I’m going to be forced to trade the “bright lights big city” of D.C. for the “aw shucks” southern charm of the Commonwealth of Virginia, in which case I should start practicing my “straight voice” now. Living in D.C. has been comfortable in the sense that one forgets how much energy it takes to have that straight act routine up and running all the time. It’s like a computer’s resources being eaten up by antivirus always humming in the background, only mine looks for homophobia instead of malware, and my shield is the affectation of a non-gay voice — lower-baritone, emotion-free, stern and professional. But I probably sounds like Rishard Simmons all the same.