Ready for the Weekend

I know I am, but are you?

[Me in London on Playboy TV a long time ago]

I was going to write today’s newsletter about my job search, including the four resumes I’ve created, and the 100+ contacts and job openings to which I’ve sent those resumes, and the five interviews I’ve done, and the tweaks I’ve made to my website, and the updates I’ve made to my LinkedIn, and the books I’ve read about how to make myself more likeable, and the brainstorming / journaling / mapping I’ve done, and how I started praying to Ganesha to remove whatever obstacles are in my way, and how I watched a Cindy Gallop video where she quotes some guy saying something like do interesting things and interesting things will happen to you, and how I read this interview with Tracee Ellis Ross in which she says: “‘I was like, Look, if twisting myself into weird spaces is not going to get me parts, then I might as well enjoy being me while I work through this process,’” and how I came across a page from this graphic comic I did years ago that I made out of photos I took on porn sets and which reminded me that I’m creative, and how I created this Twitter thread in which I advertised all the types of different work I do, and how I created this Instagram thread (you have to click on the Highlight at the top with the title “Hire Me!”) in which I featured all the types of different work I do, but that all sounded so boring, and then I thought it would be more interesting to write about a guy who makes sex dolls and says they’re “a perfect COVID-19 companion” because they “can be enjoyed without another individual in the room — and yet it feels as if there is,” or about how I tweeted about this L.A. fetish dungeon that’s closing and some people got mad at me for claiming it was because of the pandemic so I deleted my tweet, or about how that exchange reminded me of the time when I was on Playboy TV, and we did a segment with a famous dominatrix named Ilsa Strix, who is now married to Lana Wachowski, and how the premise was that she was training me to be a dominatrix. I think? It’s been a long time. Anyway, the point is that sometimes I think that I should stop writing about sex-related stuff or probably never should have started because maybe it’s interfering with my ability to get hired. For example, one of the roles that I applied for was with Submittable, and the way they do their recruitment process is through their online submissions platform, which is also what I have used to submit various short stories to various literary publications over the years because that’s what Submittable does (it’s a SaaS company that manages submissions). And the last story that I had submitted to a literary publication before I’d applied to this role was entitled “Revenge of the Cum Dumpster.” It’s a great story, but, unbelievably, no one has published it yet. In any case, there was my very professional resume and my very polite exchange with the human resources person in one thread, and then there was that story’s title right below it. Maybe I have made a lot of bad life choices, or maybe I am just me being me.

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