Previously on Birkentree....
Right, so.
Break's almost over from Uni. I made it into Honours, cue squealing followed quickly by "OH SHIIII-" due to the realisation that
1. I need to learn the anthropology of religion, as it was only touched on in one subject in three years, and believe me I looked.
2. It's frickin' Honours and I have some writing and reading to do. I can do it, but its still a wee bit intimidating.
I also got the supervisor I requested. He's a newer member of the faculty and one of the few that have a clue about anthropology and religion. As I'll be looking at paganism, it's a good start.
I'm employed, by the University. Last semester, I took over the role of the Queer Officer, and that has been turned into an actual goddamn job as a liasion between the Student counselling services and the queer body. This is partly due to the previous Queer Officer being non-existent for the most part. I'm dealing with some irritation from the people around me in the position, and some inept administration which is fast becoming apparent as the status quo. I'm loving the position though. I'm getting to stretch some muscles from youth work and sex education that haven't been whipped out in a while. I'm also going to be banging up against the edges of my role as hard as I can, cos I'll be damned if I walk out of this with "just" a casual job for my Honours year. Help for that is coming from my ultra-smart friends, some of them in the sexual health industry outside of the University. My fiancee is also a genius of self promotion, and he's helping me learn how to present myself in a way that isn't so...erm, brusque.
I do have a habit of aping Granny Weatherwax. The whole "looking at you like you'd better have something smart to say" happens with me. A lot. I also can sound rather short and bossy to other people, which is frankly annoying as all get out when it happens when I'm being friendly.
Yes, I did just say the word "fiance" back there. For those of you who are as it turns out, the last to know, I'm engaged. I wouldn't feel too bad about it though, there are quite a few people in the world and you're not absolutely the last to know. Probably. Happily the only drama from that came in the form of one or two playmates who are now ex. Not because I'm no longer having sex with them. No, the ex is due to the fact their reaction to the news that my cock was no longer entirely free-range was to queen out in a manner best reserved for Mel Gibson or being an actual, y'know, Queen.
In other news, I volunteered with the Australian Sex Party during the Victorian election last year. It was fun, and while the Sex Party doesn't tick every one of my boxes it's still pretty darn close. I'd love it if they were just a little less religion-phobic. The tendency amongst some athiests to equate all faiths to an opressive, misogynistic and sex-negative form of Christianity is, frankly as annoying as a repetitive thrush infection. Its also a tendency that is quite strong in the party. The end result is that I smile patiently at them and wonder if they're ever going to notice the pentacle ring on my hand. I may have to up the ante and see if I can find a nice doorknocker to dangle around my neck. You know, for protection. Ahem.
I'm also writing slash fiction again. I blame two friends in particular for this occurence. There's a rather spectacularly cracked Glee fic siiting around here somewhere. A work in progress for now. There's also a less cracked AU of Hawai'i 5-0 which is happening. Along with approximately a half dozen other Hawai'i 5-0 fics taking shape. It is... disturbing how much I enjoy that show.
Right. What's next?
Break's almost over from Uni. I made it into Honours, cue squealing followed quickly by "OH SHIIII-" due to the realisation that
1. I need to learn the anthropology of religion, as it was only touched on in one subject in three years, and believe me I looked.
2. It's frickin' Honours and I have some writing and reading to do. I can do it, but its still a wee bit intimidating.
I also got the supervisor I requested. He's a newer member of the faculty and one of the few that have a clue about anthropology and religion. As I'll be looking at paganism, it's a good start.
I'm employed, by the University. Last semester, I took over the role of the Queer Officer, and that has been turned into an actual goddamn job as a liasion between the Student counselling services and the queer body. This is partly due to the previous Queer Officer being non-existent for the most part. I'm dealing with some irritation from the people around me in the position, and some inept administration which is fast becoming apparent as the status quo. I'm loving the position though. I'm getting to stretch some muscles from youth work and sex education that haven't been whipped out in a while. I'm also going to be banging up against the edges of my role as hard as I can, cos I'll be damned if I walk out of this with "just" a casual job for my Honours year. Help for that is coming from my ultra-smart friends, some of them in the sexual health industry outside of the University. My fiancee is also a genius of self promotion, and he's helping me learn how to present myself in a way that isn't so...erm, brusque.
I do have a habit of aping Granny Weatherwax. The whole "looking at you like you'd better have something smart to say" happens with me. A lot. I also can sound rather short and bossy to other people, which is frankly annoying as all get out when it happens when I'm being friendly.
Yes, I did just say the word "fiance" back there. For those of you who are as it turns out, the last to know, I'm engaged. I wouldn't feel too bad about it though, there are quite a few people in the world and you're not absolutely the last to know. Probably. Happily the only drama from that came in the form of one or two playmates who are now ex. Not because I'm no longer having sex with them. No, the ex is due to the fact their reaction to the news that my cock was no longer entirely free-range was to queen out in a manner best reserved for Mel Gibson or being an actual, y'know, Queen.
In other news, I volunteered with the Australian Sex Party during the Victorian election last year. It was fun, and while the Sex Party doesn't tick every one of my boxes it's still pretty darn close. I'd love it if they were just a little less religion-phobic. The tendency amongst some athiests to equate all faiths to an opressive, misogynistic and sex-negative form of Christianity is, frankly as annoying as a repetitive thrush infection. Its also a tendency that is quite strong in the party. The end result is that I smile patiently at them and wonder if they're ever going to notice the pentacle ring on my hand. I may have to up the ante and see if I can find a nice doorknocker to dangle around my neck. You know, for protection. Ahem.
I'm also writing slash fiction again. I blame two friends in particular for this occurence. There's a rather spectacularly cracked Glee fic siiting around here somewhere. A work in progress for now. There's also a less cracked AU of Hawai'i 5-0 which is happening. Along with approximately a half dozen other Hawai'i 5-0 fics taking shape. It is... disturbing how much I enjoy that show.
Right. What's next?