You, 2019: Hip, at the spearpoint of our culture, a species of cool that bewilders and fascinates outsiders: Loves Bart Simpson, Garfield, and Sonic the Hedgehog
Me, 1991: Running shorts pulled up to belly button, making thumbs-up gesture in every photograph, constantly running nose: Loves Bart Simpson, Garfield, and Sonic the Hedgehog
In a week and a half I'll be on unemployment, on a train to Atlanta, a packed bag, and a vague plan to spend 2 months making up a trip around the country as I go, flying standby to visit friends around the country.
In the past two years I've accomplished a lot. I'm pretty badly mentally ill and I had failed for a long time at adult functionality, and I worked that out. Coming up on three years sober. I should be proud.
I've also become the person I never wanted to be. I go to work, go back to my apartment, fiddle around doing basically nothing, and then go to work again. For two years, I've been single in New York, had money to spend, and almost totally free weekends, and done almost literally nothing with my free time. I just sit around alone.
I need a break and a reset. I also need to look into depression treatments beyond medication. This isn't just wage slavery getting to me. I don't enjoy things and there's probably a dopamine issue.
looking for a sensitivity reader (paid!)
Currently looking for a sensitivity reader for a ~1,200 word short story. The issue at hand is a fantasy analogy based on a real-world trope that impacts Black communities, particularly Black women, in the US.
This would be a PAID GIG, so if you're interested, DM or email me (email@example.com) me with your bio/rates/timeframes/etc. Also happy to answer further questions, as required.
(Retoots also appreciated!)
oh boy, it's dog food again!
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