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12:59 - Tuesday, Aug. 06, 2002 The job hunt continues. The cycle of depressiony feelings and hopeful feelings is relentless and spirally. I really hate that somehow I connect what I get paid for so much to my happiness. This weekend provided a good break though. I am working the ticket office for Mr. RadicalTenor's show he is in. It's a re-telling of a Gilbert and Sullivan musical with most of the genders screwed with and all the characters are either Dykes or Fairies. It is nice to volunteer and get my mind off of the job hunt. I really feel like it makes a difference. I'm currently trying to learn about grant writing for the group Mr. RadicalTenor sings in. It's amazing how much money there is out there. Of course, trying to fund a progressive GLB performing group has its challenges, but I think I am up to them. After one of the shows we went to "Glitter Glam," a party being held for dharmaqueen's birthday and a few other people as well. Mr. RadicalTenor was dressed in the costume for his show: A Doing My Best to Piss off the Radical Right T-Shirt, A punk rock pleated red miniskirt, fairy wings and some kick ass glitter freak out make up. I sprayed my hair straight up in the air with something called "Beyond the Zone's Frozen Stiff Ultimate Hold Hairspray." Then I busted out the bright purplepink spray dye and it was fucking fluorescent. I used almost an entire can. Then I coated my newly purple-coifed hair with a spray can of multicolored glitter. I looked like Rainbow Brite's post-adolescent punk-rock boyfriend dressing up somewhat like the Joker from the original Batman series. From there, I added a thin hot pink boa over a starched white dress shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. On second thought, I looked like a radioactive gay groupie for The Cure. The party was interesting. A former co-worker was there who has now completed the tic-tac-toe trifecta of being drunk at least the last three times I saw her. I worry about folks like that, but one can't complain about drinking at a party like this. There were many folks of a species I call "straight men." The likes of this particular genus I am just not around so much. But it was cool. Different, but cool. Of course some yahoo outside the party -- who looked like the one guy that was friends with all the jocks in high school but never played any sports so he was always on student council instead so he could have some approximation of power-- yelled out at us, "Hey, where are all the gay bars?" in this "I just told my buddies I was going to make fun of the fags" kind of way. Mr. RadicalTenor, slightly influenced by earlier available spirits says "Everywhere!" I had a brief flash of Billie Jean-- no not as in "Billie Jean's not my lover," but as in The Legend of Billie Jean starring Helen Slater and Yeardley Smith (Lisa on The Simpson's). Someone in the movie asks a girl where Billie Jean is. The girl says in a kick-your-ass kind of way "Everywhere!" So today has been interesting. I am in the final part of the process for a job at DoesGoodWork, NotTotallyMyIssue organization. We will see if they make an offer . . .In the meantime, I found a new possibility with an organization that specializes in organizing against Human Trafficking. They do fascinating work and this is more up my alley. Cross your fingers. I sent them a kick ass cover letter and resume. Well, I have had a very productive day so far, so I am going to reward myself by watching Amelie and doing laundry. Stop by for a spell if you would like a short glass of Organgina and a conversation. -- Love, -r
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